Lord, overthrown in apostasy The scythe behead growing blackened seeds Behind our eyes, blessed be the sight By the fruitless mass, offered to the divide Hosanna in the highest Your ruins are our towers Hosanna in the highest The adversary's wielding power Lord, our bodies rebuke Sirens suffocate voices breaking through Beware the eyes, blessed be our lies Thunderous storm clouds of the damned in us thrives Hosanna in the highest Your ruins are our towers Hosanna in the highest The adversary's wielding power ♪ Hosanna in the highest Your ruins are our towers Hosanna in the highest The adversary's wielding power