Awake o Zion!
Put on thy strength
The day of wrath hath passed
Into the land of ago
Those who told your soul to bow
Wanting for you to be trampled
They will taste bitterness
They will drink bitterness
I will pass them the chalice
And not the one of life
I will make them drink
And lick it dry to the last burning drop
Awake o Zion!
Put on thy veil of grace
You were sold for naught
No more!
Go shake the dust and arise
Tyrants spit on my name daily
This will not stand!
This will not stand!
This will not stand!
This will not stand!
You will know my name is the lord
You will know my breath is fire
I will pass them the chalice
And not the one of life
I will make them drink
And lick it dry to the last burning drop
I am the one that speaks, behold, it is I
You will hear salvation call
I will pass you the chalice
That is a well of grace
I will bid you drink
And quench your thirst
To your last mortal day
