- cifra
This is war, like you ain't seen
This winter's long, it's cold and mean
With hangdog hearts we stood condemned
But the tide turns now at bethlehem
This is war, and born tonight
The word as flesh, the lord of light
The son of God, the lowborn king
Who demons fear, of whom angels sing
This is war on sin and death
The dark will take it's final breath
It shakes the earth, confounds all plans
The mystery of God as man
