Storming the Gates of Hell

Here we are, storming the gates of Hell.

Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives.

So here we come.

We were withered and drowned out,

But raised up in sun soaked brilliance.

Raised up.

This is our sound cutting through the noise.

This is our sound cutting through the noise.

Come forth, arise, overcome.

Choir of disciples.

Here we are, storming the gates of Hell.

Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives.

So here we come.

We were withered and drowned out,

But raised up in sun soaked brilliance.

Come forth, arise, overcome, and return from exile.

Return from exile, return from exile.