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 Will be man's water throne All that was magical, beautiful, will be gone (These measures call for divine intervention) The achievements of man One will stand all alone (One the survives the final selection) The sand in the hourglass 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 blood It must be a sign A massage from God's hand Here are we servants three Flesh and blood Poor and weak Hear thou speak of the blood Here are we servants three Flesh and blood Poor and weak Hear thou speak of the blood Here are we servants three Flesh and blood Poor and weak Hear thou speak of the blood Here are we servants three Flesh and blood Poor and weak Hear thou speak of the blood