Show our eyes' true color We want to hear the trumpets roar We want to hear the trumpets roar With words that trample the pagan's cavalry Pummel the darkness with the light Hand in hand, side by side We will march with full force With your words from our throats We will march with full force Words that will shake the earth And boil the seas Trample the bones of the living The living dead, as they roam the streets Roam the streets alone We go marching on Let the trumpets roar Go! I am the harbinger Not the author of these timeless words Led by the comforter, I sing to you And if my throat were to be cut from ear to ear I hope that these words Would carry on in these songs That I pray you sing one day We sing for you We sing for you We sing for you We sing for you We sing for you We sing for you We sing for you We sing for you