Before eyes that are blind no more A sight unseen that tears the soul All we ever loved and known Into mass graves is what we're shown
We see an ocean once was land And so they come to understand This place where man used to be born Will be man's water throne
All that was magical, beautiful, will be gone These measures call for divine intervention All the achievements of man, one will stand all alone One that survives the final selection The sand in the hour glass, moves so fast, slow the sand And nothing that mankind has strived for will be left in ocean land
The rain will fall then Filling the dried land
Here are we, servants three, flesh and blood Poor and weak, hear thou speak of the flood