The Call Lyrics

These are days of fire and brimstone

And hell's no longer beneath our feet

A fiery inferno can fall from the heavens

And leave its wrath on city street

And these are days when desperate children

Hide their weapons beneath their clothes

To send a message, to enter glory to be remembered

To face their foes

Where are the angels, Where are the holy

Where are the hands to break the fall

Where are the saints and the prophets

Where are the ones who heed the call

These are days when mighty rivers

Don't flow as deep, don't flow as wide

But now now the currents are full of ashes

And the sound of battle cries

Where are the angels, Where are the holy

Where are the hands to break the fall

Where are the saints and the prophets

Where are the ones who heed the call

These are days of starving nations

Of starving hearts and starving minds

But....Blessed are the one who work for Justice

And wage peace in troubled times

We are the angels, We are the holy

We have the hands to break the fall

We study the saints and the prophets

We are the ones who heed the call