Thy Kingdom Come - Warlord

Why in the world do we feed all our leaders

With treasure they steel from the poor?

And why in the world do we seal them as keepers

With measure of power we abhor?

Behold in the sky is the rising Son

We let these chains be undone

Thy Kingdom Come

Thy Will Be Done

For he who has an ear, I pray that he might hear

How many men must we damn to their passions

Before we cry out in dismay?

Yet time and again we just stand up for action

Our words just get lost in the fray

Why do we put such corruption in power

We know they will fail and consume?

Perhaps it is we who have failed as a people

We reap what we sow in our tombs

Behold in the sky is the rising Son

We let these chains be undone

Thy Kingdom Come

Thy Will Be Done

For he who has an ear, I pray that he might hear