The Army Of The Chosen One-Sleeping Giant

An army composed, of walking dead, of willing hearts, in this our day of struggle We speak with fire, we break all chains, the foolish bonds of carnal minds far beneath us We see the leader transfigured light, he calls us forward in that moment receive Gives us a new name, on stones of white, and then we stand commissioned searching for the valiant more to come Chosen Ones! Oh were rising, calling out your name And you will hear our anthem raise So answer us in truth Answer me! I know their faces I hear their names, reveal their future, warriors of regeneration I've seen their journey I've felt their pain I've reached into each shame filled, dark and failed existence I see them rising my crest in heart, sealed to my vision anchored deep within each man The day approaches, each life will close The awesome day we see the Lion and the Lamb Father where is the army I've seen in my visions It's the generation the dragon has feared in his dreams Father where is the army I've seen in my visions We are the generation the dragon has feared in his dreams, His Nightmares! GLORIA! Soon we will find out who are the real revolutionaries Someday we will see who's in this thing for real!