Στοίχοι:
Trumpet March

on the rise Look around you can;t deny This is the hour of heaven's time Armies gather in the East For the war that's soon to come Death will march with

hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on. CHORUS: Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching

last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground When the man comes around CHORUS Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching

They asked me to come down and watch the parade To march down the street like the Duracell bunny With a wink and a wave from the cavalcade Throwing out

in bars and danced on tables Hotel, streets and ships that sail We swim with sharks And fly with aeroplanes in the air Send in the trumpets, the marching

They asked me to come down and watch the parade To march down the street like the Duracell bunny With a wink and a wave from the cavalcade Throwing out

of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah Glory, glory, Hallelujah His truth is marching on He has sounded for the trumpet

run And it's looking slightly bleaker every day Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum Do you follow the flag, do you shoulder the gun Do you slow march

You weren't no leader You were more like a bleeder Who was trying to cry for us all You weren't no sage But your sense of outrage Sounded like a trumpet