Neuronchaser. 20

The son asks his father, "Will the City of Peace rise soon? Near?"
When we walk past cemeteries stretch forever, shadows appear,
Fiber shrouds on trees, swarms of drones fill deaf sky,
In the Valley of death, we wonder "Why?!"

But the Name of the Most High, it guards us still,
His Help arrives in His Perfect Will. 
Grant Victory!... Oh-h-h.., God!
Hear us when ... we call upon You!

Darkness opens wide, chaos calls our name,
Tempting us with lies, playing deadly game.

We trade steel and chrome for the Holy Flame,
In Your Light the wormwood dries up, the dark’s maw is tamed.
Only Your Triumph ...
can stitch the tapestry of Peace,
Only Your Breath...
can calm the chaos that never sleeps. 

Your Voice is louder
Your Truth remains,
Your Victory
Alone can heal our pain.

Our gonfalon is Your Name,
Forever True,
From Heaven, You answered...
Your chosen few.
Gave us the victory, a peace that lasts,
Not the embryo of war, but a hope that’s vast. 

Darkness opens wide...
Chaos calls our name,
Tempting us with lies...
Playing deadly game.

We trade steel and chrome for the Holy Flame,
In Your Light the wormwood dries up, the dark’s maw is tamed.
Only Your Triumph can stitch The Tapestry of Peace,
Only Your Breath can calm the chaos that never sleeps. 

Your Voice is louder,
Your Truth remains,
Your Victory
Alone can heal our pain.

Cemeterys' rows stretch like verses of forgotten psalms,
Optical fiber cerecloths shroud future, dead and calm.
The sky swarms with metal wings, a choir of buzzing prayer,
While the souls below sighs on the graveyard of broken gear.

The son asks once more, "Is the City near?"
We wait in faith, in Your Love, sincere.
Until the dawn... until You come...
We sing Your Name — Your Kingdom will come...

The son asked his father — "Is the City of Peace coming soon?"
Where optical fiber cerecloths reflect the moon
(Is the City of Peace coming soon...)

Until the dawn...
Until You come...
We sing Your name — Your Kingdom will come. 
(We sing Your name — Your Kingdom will come...)