Storming The Gates Of Hell

Here we are, storming the gates of Hell
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives

So here we come

We were withered and drowned out
But raised up in sun soaked brilliance
Raised up

This is our sound cutting through the noise
This is our sound cutting through the noise
Come forth, arise, overcome

Choir of disciples

Here we are, storming the gates of Hell
Our whispers will silence your roars and our roars will wreck your lives

So here we come

We were withered and drowned out
But raised up in sun soaked brilliance
Come forth, arise, overcome, and return from exile
Return from exile, return from exile