Before the angels, the arrows penetrate my back
Hear the laughter, as they dig into my flesh
And my decisions are echoing into eternity
From this moment, the fight is raging; the war is on

Crying loud, hoping for the end of this power's embrace
For defense, infused with my spirit, forging new visuals
With a striking prowess, prophetic men, pray for the cleansing
Of every weapon we hold

Again, the sun is blackened and the powers turn hot
Spewing guilt into my wounds, crying loud, hoping for the end
Of this power's embrace, for defense
Infused with my spirit, forging new visuals with a striking prowess

Prophetic men, pray for the wisdom to use every tool that we can
Avenge fallen brethren, who've been taken once
And lift them to the sky, with a power forged in blood
The arrows of our love show that while eclipsed
We still believe the sun will shine upon this field and dry up every tear

Power rages on, rages over sorrow, over hope passing
Pray for cleansing and wisdom in dark times
Even when it doesn't shine but it burns with light
For the creature shields its eyes from the untamed parts of night

But now I see the glow, radiating off the angels
Screaming out in tongues, firing into the air
As the trumpeters blare a new song, of transformation from the old
My hands are waving, frantically searching for weapons of my own

I'm strengthened by numbers, the melodies of the angels from home
Reach out your arms and believe in me
Reach out your hands, and take this in
Reach out your arms, and believe in me
And open your eyes