[Verse 1]
Oh my Lord, last night I lay not sleeping
And I knew, while I at darkness stared
As the night frost fingered my windowpane
That there hung a heavier darkness there

[Verse 2]
Oh my King, the Tyrants armies gather
Hosts unseen, march by without a sound
Through the city streets and suburban skies
Oh my Lord this is a battleground

[Hook]
High above I see the dark clouds wait
And it looks like a calm before a storm
Here we are on the front line
The battle seethes inside a billion minds
The watchman cries as a thousand lives
Are lost before our vеry eyes
Trapped in thе devil's paradise

[Verse 3]
They did not know for no one went
Though many were called and many sent
They could not even choose a side
Then there was nowhere left to hide
[Verse 4]
The watchman cries and the trumpet sounds
Who will come to the battleground?
Who will stand in the firing line?
His to live or His to die

[Verse 5]
Oh my Lord last night I lay not sleeping
When you came and gently took my hand
Led me out beyond where the darkness hung
Brought me breathless to a heavenly land

[Hook 2]
And I feel the weight of a sword in my hand
And I burn with a fire in my soul
Here we are on the front line
I see angelic armies ride
A thousand miles within a lightning flash
Descending like a thunderclash
And the Tyrants ranks like matchwood smash

[Verse 6]
From way up here the world looks small
We're looking down upon it all
The glory shines much brighter here
Now I think the battle's end is near!
[Outro]
The watchman cries and the trumpet sounds
Who will come to the battleground
Who will stand in the firing line
His to live or His to die
At the feast we soon shall dine
But who will stand on the front line
On the front line
On the front line
On the front line