Rose 歌词

When the son of God comes down Hearts will drop right to the ground He’ll turn mounts into dust, strike down human lust All you stubborn children will fear the just Cause you have painted a blue-eyed man In your minds he’s displayed like a lamb But he’ll open his mouth and you’ll hear the shout Of a million saints raised from the ground Singing: Hosanna! He’s coming out for war In wrath like you ain’t seen before You better pray he knows you when we get home And you’ll face your scariest dreams Your situation is worse than it seems Famine and disease, plagues and poverty Will seem like it’s nothing when he gets here Screaming: Hosanna! Praise the name of God, pray he spares your house Pray so that he knows you when we get home