Can`t you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours,
in the darkness of the fading night,
Like the river joins the ocean,
as the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.
There`s an angel standing in the sun,
and he`s crying with a loud voice,
This is the supper of the mighty one,
Lord of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.