Sounding Jerusalem Songtext
von Woe of Tyrants

A place with no night, a dormant holy bride
With the Lamb, seated high, at the time we′ll unite
She's adorned, so full of life, with no room for any words
That attempt to speak of death, as these things have passed away

Neither sorrow, neither crying, neither shall there be any more pain
As every old evil is washed away and he said
"Write, for these words, are true and faithful
I make all things new"


Neither sorrow, neither crying, neither shall there be any more pain
In the new Jerusalem, my dreams have been corrupted
There′s something on my back, digging deep into my skin
And every one of these demons live

But they scatter at the sound, aware of all weakness
As I speak His name, yes they'll tremble
Anarchy has no place in a city glowing of sardius
With streets of gold, and a King upon the throne

A new dwelling place descends from the sky
I can't believe it′s our time, I′ll fly, atop the world oh so high
Meeting halfway to the sky my new home, where I will dwell
Forever righteous


Where I'll dwell, there will be no night
For our faces glow at the sight of the king′s court
Stretching on into infinity
A new life righteous, a brand new world