The Army Of The Chosen One

An army composed, of walking dead, of willing hearts, in this our day of struggle

We speak with fire, we break all chains, the foolish bonds of carnal minds far beneath us

We see the leader transfigured light, he calls us forward in that moment receive

Gives us a new name, on stones of white, and then we stand commissioned searching for the valiant more to come

Chosen Ones!

Oh were rising, calling out your name

And you will hear our anthem raise

So answer us in truth

Answer me!

I know their faces

I hear their names, reveal their future, warriors of regeneration

I've seen their journey

I've felt their pain

I've reached into each shame filled, dark and failed existence

I see them rising my crest in heart, sealed to my vision anchored deep within each man

The day approaches, each life will close

The awesome day we see the Lion and the Lamb

Father where is the army I've seen in my visions

It's the generation the dragon has feared in his dreams

Father where is the army I've seen in my visions

We are the generation the dragon has feared in his dreams, His Nightmares!

Soon we will find out who are the real revolutionaries

Someday we will see who's in this thing for real!