Letras: Haste The Day. Babylon.

Foresee the day of the Lord
The Heavens blacken above them
The day will bring no light
For I will shake the heavens
Raise the flag on the hilltop
For now we march to Babylon
Say a prayer for the fallen
It's time to choose which side you are on
Hear the noise on the mountain
From the furthest horizon
Pick up the pieces as they fall
Whoa, whoa
Our sins wont carry our burdens
So will you leave them behind?
While I've been held behind these walls
Whoa, whoa
Will I be left or forgotten?
They run like the hunted
For now we march to Babylon
In the darkest of days
The mighty failure has gone
Most glorious of all kingdoms
Will fall like a stone
From the Heavens
Pick up the pieces as they fall
Whoa, whoa
Our sins wont carry our burdens
While I've been held behind these walls
Whoa, whoa
Will I be left or forgotten?
Foresee the day of the Lord
The Heavens blacken above them
The day will bring no light
For I will shake the heavens