Sanoja: Oh, Sleeper. Commissioned By Kings.

Give me Your eyes so I can see through fire
Give me Your strength so I can stand so strong
Give me Your eyes so I can see through fire
Give me Your strength so I can stand so strong

Give me Your eyes so I can see through fire
Give me Your strength so I can stand so strong

Now we walk on leathered skin to freedom
Tempest roars but I am fearless
With each step I crack and stretch
And each breath is a sting to my chest

Oh God, will this push bring purity?
Will this push bring purity? Or

Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
Bring out what you will have bow down
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
Bring out what you will have bow down
And they will bow down

They're climbing, they're climbing
Through soil and earth
They have my scent
But you can stop them, I'm sure

Yes, I can best even the devil himself
But your pride has just made it worse

What writhing spite is unearthing here?
Why choose from prodigals a band of cowards
To hoist Your banner of love
For the world to the slaughter?

It's just a crack, the smallest of flaws
Your legs have now failed you to crawl
You're from the dirt, insurgent to warning
From lion to nothing at all

Look and see, you're feeble and weak
For your body fights only your heart
Call to me and unleash the strength
Your soul will begin to roar

Give me Your eyes so I can see through fire
Give me Your strength so I can stand so strong
I breathe in Your light and like fire my colors now light
Though outnumbered by lines we'll stay and fight

When we reach the gates all You'll hear us say is
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
Bring out what you will have bow down
Bring out the dead, bring out the dead
Bring out what you will have bow down
And they will bow down