Ferociously we attack
Black is our corruption
Indecisive in our actions
The impact we place upon the nations
HIs good graces do detail the fields of our wounded
Sprouting a permanent relation about the broad affiliation
Yet relentlessly we gamble with our emotions
Tilting as an oceans wave
Striving we're thrown to the lions roar
To defeat the speech of the greedy
Speedily he keeps us from harm
To be torn
To reborn in his rapture
Basking in infinite mercy
Rescued
Departing the perilous fight
We have the right to call upon his name
No shame
Proclaiming the victory
In his strength the Sun sets upon perfect creation
Simply freedom is restored
Assured we rest
Blessed by the coming of the Lord