The Lions Roar

Towers that shall tremble not
Will reach for heaven’s hall
And shall strike a chord within us
Mighty calls that winds forgot are the grace that’s standing tall
In the palace high for Caesar Seth
Listen to the roaring voice, the sound of truth and stone
When the sun comes up from another side of the moon
We are building hope for a future world
A temple full of stairs to a golden door where the lion’s roar fills the air
Gilded stars bid lovers wait
Tomorrow they shall see what the dark will bring us
Glowing walls restoring faith
All of which he’s wisely sown
And that safely he may call his own
Listen to the roaring voice, the sound of truth and stone
When the sun comes up from another side of the moon
We are building hope for a future world
A temple full of stairs to a golden door where the lion’s roar fills the air
Raising high
Raising high
Raising high
Always
Raising high — future tolling
Raising high — angels calling
Raising high — palace of dreams