HEROES WORTH A DAMN (BALLADS OF THE REVELATION)
When I was in the Presence of the Holy Lord of all
I saw in His hand that He was holding a scroll
An angel then asked, "Who's worthy to breaks its seals?"
Knowing no one was, pain was all that I could feel
We have no hope, we have no heroes
Surely not you and surely not me no
All our heroes they ain't worth a damn
None, not one, can take the scroll from His hand
Then someone said, "Dear John, stop crying
Turn and behold, Jesse's Root, and Judah's Lion."
I wiped the tears from my eyes, and lifted up my gaze
I saw there standing, a Lamb who had been slain
We have no hope, we have no heroes
Surely not you and surely not me no
All our heroes they ain't worth a damn
None, not one, can take the scroll from His hand
We have no hope, we have no heroes
Surely not you and surely not me no
All our heroes they ain't worth a damn
So bow your knee to the Lion and the Lamb
Rich men, poor men, strong men, weak men
Slave men, free men, oh man, all men
Hiding in caves in all of the mountains
Hiding in fear of the wrath of the Lamb-Man
When He tears the seals from that scroll in the hand of God
And looses the judgments O upon the land
I'll break my alabaster jar of all I am for all You are
You are altogether worth it
We have no hope, we have no heroes
Surely not you and surely not me no
All our heroes they ain't worth a damn
None, not one, can take the scroll from His hand
We have no hope, we have no heroes
Surely not you and surely not me no
All our heroes they ain't worth a damn
So bow your knee to the Lion and the Lamb