Return of the King

A scrabbling clawing frenzied roar Responds to trumpet call And bleeding hands tear wood and nails From sanctuary’s cloistered halls And in that darkened vale of fear The fearful hordes await With cries for absolution As they press toward the gate With righteous hand and flaming sword Doth Justice make divide Right to those who heeded call and left who never tried For in the light the oath foretold Returned to claim his own From death and grave to liberate Reward for each a throne The light from aeons in the void Breaks desperation's hold The promised grace of sacrifice Of innocence once sold Angelic choirs in joyous praise With rapturous voices sing O grave where is thy victory O death where is thy sting Amazing grace once gifted me And gratefully received Has nurtured fed and watered we The promise have believed