The lowly Piteous, weak, but by nature abhorrent The fallen Throwbacks to a distant age They clamour United in aspiration Grovelling for their redeemer As prophesised They turned their voices Towards the heavens Using the arts They called out into the void "Oh Lord, enlighten our souls" In nescience You know not what Your exaltations have unleashed It hears The ovation falls On open ears Yet you know not What your exaltations have unleashed It hears and it doth come You know not What your exaltations have unleashed It comes Sing the hosannas and it comes Sing hosannas and the great host comes You called for me And you shall have me Through your eyes I shall pierce your souls with fear And then you shall run