You're high above this hectic life,
You watch us kill each other...
You know we fall from grace each night,
And trample You, our Father.

And now you feel so deprived,
Like never before.
You pour out Your delight
On this violent world.
It's time to come down to Earth,
To shield all the saints,
To save your land from the curse
Of the devil's ruthless flame...

You see the vanity of wars,
The poison of injustice...
Unsheathe now Your old flaming sword,
To cleanse the world of malice.

A sea of sins is our home,
We're all a tribe of fallen souls.
We've ruined your Elysium,
Oh, Lord, I pray, come down to Earth...