Field of Daggers

In this unending war
I've lost so many brothers
The coldest hours come before morning

With every drop of blood
Spilled in this field of daggers
Bring many sons of heaven to glory

Until Your rains, oh God
Bring forth Your colored beauty
Confirm the hopes of nations in longing

I see a new day coming, maybe tomorrow
Woe to the king of nothing

I see a new day coming, maybe tomorrow
Woe to the king of nothing
I see a clean blood running, brothers of sorrow
Here is your kingdom coming
Here is your kingdom coming

Spread wide your wings, oh God
Relieve this scarlet fever
Catch every tear of mothers in mourning

Bring life to tired hopes
Buried in fields of flowers
Bring many sons of battle to glory

With every drop of blood
Caged in this tired body
I long to bring my father to glory

I see a new day coming, maybe tomorrow
Woe to the king of nothing
I see a clean blood running, brothers of sorrow
Here is your kingdom coming
Here is your kingdom coming

He who holds the key

He was and is
He is and is to come
He was and is
He is and is to come
He holds the key