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Show our eyes' true color
We want to hear the trumpets roar
We want to hear the trumpets roar
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
The 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
We sing for you
We sing for you
We sing for you
We sing for you
We sing for you
We sing for you
We sing for you
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