When the son of God comes down Hearts will drop right to the ground He'll turn mounts into dust, strike down human lust All you stubborn children will fear the just Cause you have painted a blue-eyed man In your minds he's displayed like a lamb But he'll open his mouth and you'll hear the shout Of a million saints raised from the ground
Singing: "hosanna! " He's coming out for war In wrath like you ain't seen before You better pray he knows you when we get home So come on earth, bow your head There comes the one about whom we've read And smoke comes out his nose, an angel like lightening bolt Is coming back from heaven the same way he rose
And you'll face your scariest dreams Your situation is worse than it seems Famine and disease, plagues and poverty Will seem like it's nothing when he gets here Screaming: "hosanna! " Praise the name of God, pray he spares your house Pray so that he knows you when we get homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
