The Caller and the Listener
The lowly
Piteous, weak, but by nature abhorrent
The fallen
Throwbacks to a distant age
They cl amour
United in aspiration
Grovelling for their redeemer
As prophesied
They turned their voices
Towards the heavens
Using the arts
They called out into the void
"Oh Lord, enlighten our souls"
In new science
You know not what
Your exaltation have unleashed
It hears
The ovation falls
On open ears
Yet you know not
What your exaltation have unleashed
It hears and it doth come
You know not
What your exaltation 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
