Out of the Dust

Dry up the sea,

with a word turn it all to desert sand

Turn all the lights out in the sky,

blot out all the stars

Make your presence unmistakable

and watch the devil flee

That old serpent that slipped through the cracks,

exiled back to the sea

So carry me to the foot of the throne room

or hide me in the ground

So bring me the head of the beast

or hide me in the ground

Wake up your hearts

The dead come to rise

No longer apart

Your bodies will rise

Let all those who dwelt in dust

be born in the light of the guilt you crush

The Earth resonates with your voice

Shaking the woodwork

WIth one swing the pride of a hopeless nation will fall down

Bring me the head of the beast

or hide me in the ground

Wake up your hearts

The dead come to rise

No longer apart

Your bodies will rise

Let all those who dwelt in dust

be born in the light of the guilt you crush

When we meet face to face

The world and the depths will separate

So bring me the head of the beast

or hide me in the ground

Bury me

I'd rather die than just sit back and watch you hurt

Tired brothers, loving sisters,

To all those who have had enough;

Your fight isn't over, you're going to press on

To a loveless generation

born to be an impending resurgence:

Let all those who dwelt in dust

be born in the light of the guilt you crush