Show our eyes true color.
We want to hear the trumpet roar (x2)

With words that trample the pagan´s cavalry.
Pummel the darkness with the light.

Hand in hand, side-by-side
We will march with full force.
With your words from our throats
We will march with full force.

Words that will shake the earth
And boil the seas
Trample the bones of the living, living dead
As they roam the streets
Roam the streets alone.

We go marching on.
Let the trumpets roar. (Go)

I am the harbinger, not the author of these timeless words.
Led by the Comforter
I sing to you
And if my throat were to be cut from ear to ear
I hope that these words
Would carry on in these songs
That I pray you sing one day.
We sing for you. (x8)