El Shaddai

Midnight battle, a thousand horses
On provision the iron master
But below of the heat red fire
Sharpen wheels of Alibaster
I hear

Remember the desert garden
Moonlight on the sand
We listen with open eye
To the voice of El Shaddai

Caught in wells of precious water
Veils of faith protect the orchard
Children die, and wives are slaughtered, oh yeah
Blood and bone, we're marching forward
I hear

Remember the desert garden
Moonlight on the sand
We listen with open eye
To the voice of El Shaddai

Forced to walk with timid candle
Build a temple at thunder mountain
Finding ways to hear his whisper
He said 'I am that, I am!'

Remember the desert garden
Moonlight on the sand
We listen with open eye
To the voice of El Shaddai