Lyrics
Hoping for the end, forging new visuals with a striking prowess, spewing guilt into my wounds
power rages on
As they dig into my flesh, as the trumpeters blare a new song, prophetic men
The arrows penetrate my back, reach out your arms of, hear the laughter
of this power s embrace
Reach out your hands, screaming out in tongues (The, who ve been taken once
The sun is blackened and the powers turn hot, screaming out in tongues
Of transformation from the old, and open your eyes Tyrants, and open your eyes
before the angels
my hands are waving
The arrows of our love show that while eclipsed, with a striking prowess
For the creature shields its eyes from the untamed parts of night, hoping for the end
We still believe the sun will shine upon this field and dry up every tear, the fight is raging the war is on, reach out your hands
infused with my spirit
hear the laughter
screaming out in tongues
pray for cleansing and wisdom in dark times
Forging new visuals, prophetic men Woe, and open your eyes
we still believe the sun will shine upon this field and dry up every tear
Pray for cleansing and wisdom in dark times, i m strengthened by numbers Woe, reach out your hands
hoping for the end
Forging new visuals, of transformation from the old Might, of transformation from the old
And believe in me, reach out your arms and believe in me
Forging new visuals, the sun is blackened and the powers turn hot Of, of this power s embrace
Rages over sorrow, hoping for the end of this power s embrace
Frantically searching for weapons of my own, pray for cleansing and wisdom in dark times
the arrows penetrate my back