[Verse] Woe to the city So proud So defiled A lion roars But the streets stay wild Prophets howl Priests defame The sky is ash Yet they feel no shame [Prechorus] He speaks in whispers He thunders in wrath A narrow road cuts through the aftermath [Chorus] The day The day The day of His fire Burn the gold Break the lyre The day The day When He stands tall Towers crumble Kingdoms fall [Verse 2] You built your walls But they bleed with rust Your silver shines Yet it turns to dust The morning cries The evening weeps He gathers nations His justice leaps [Prechorus] Humble the proud Lift the low A furnace refines And the embers glow [Chorus] The day The day The day of His fire Burn the gold Break the lyre The day The day When He stands tall Towers crumble Kingdoms fall
