When the son of God comes down
Hearts will drop right to the ground
He’ll turn mounts into dust, strike down human lust
All you stubborn children will fear the just

Cause you have painted a blue-eyed man
In your minds he’s displayed like a lamb
But he’ll open his mouth and you’ll hear the shout
Of a million saints raised from the ground

Singing: Hosanna!
He’s coming out for war
In wrath like you ain’t seen before
You better pray he knows you when we get home

And you’ll face your scariest dreams
Your situation is worse than it seems
Famine and disease, plagues and poverty
Will seem like it’s nothing when he gets here

Screaming: Hosanna!
Praise the name of God, pray he spares your house
Pray so that he knows you when we get home