I can hear a train acomin'



I hear the ground beneath my feet



This is not speculation, this is my bones growing weak.



The sound of angels screaming



The drums are marching off to war



This is not speculation, please do not televise The King.

It's like a fire coming down 



We got it, We got it now.



Burn it up, burn it red



We got it, We got it.



It's like the rising of the sun



We got it, We got it now.



Turn it up, breath it in



Full redemption.

Clap your hands for breathing



Feel your heart begin to beat



This is our desperation, this is the deep calling deep.



You cannot keep us silent



We are the prisoner set free



This is our desperation, we are the service of The King.

All aboard. I hear, hear a train. Do you hear it?