Miller And The Midnight Cry کے بول

We are left scorned, oh father of mine Waiting all night for our home We hung our harps, rumors afire, now we’re estranged Lift your eyes, look to the sanctuary There you’ll find ancient of days Wake the dawn, know the revealers timing Hold your heart, your work is not yet done In 1818, oh so convinced All of those years in the books The falling of stars, Thousands had followed, now we’re alone Lift your eyes, look to the sanctuary, there You’ll find ancient of days Wake the dawn, know the revealers timing Hold your heart, your work is not yet done We wake the dawn