Field of Daggers
In this unending war
I've lost so many brothers
The coldest hours come before morning
With every drop of blood
Spilled in this field of daggers
Bring many sons of heaven to glory
Until Your rains, oh God
Bring forth Your colored beauty
Confirm the hopes of nations in longing
I see a new day coming, maybe tomorrow
Woe to the king of nothing
I see a new day coming, maybe tomorrow
Woe to the king of nothing
I see a clean blood running, brothers of sorrow
Here is your kingdom coming
Here is your kingdom coming
Spread wide your wings, oh God
Relieve this scarlet fever
Catch every tear of mothers in mourning
Bring life to tired hopes
Buried in fields of flowers
Bring many sons of battle to glory
With every drop of blood
Caged in this tired body
I long to bring my father to glory
I see a new day coming, maybe tomorrow
Woe to the king of nothing
I see a clean blood running, brothers of sorrow
Here is your kingdom coming
Here is your kingdom coming
He who holds the key
He was and is
He is and is to come
He was and is
He is and is to come
He holds the key