The Wedding - Receive lyrics

I can hear a train a-comin' I hear the ground beneath my feet This is not speculation, this is my bones growing weak. The sound of angels screaming The drums are marching off to war This is not speculation, please do not televise The King. It's like a fire coming down We got it, We got it now. Burn it up, burn it red We got it, We got it. It's like the rising of the sun We got it, We got it now. Turn it up, breath it in Full redemption. Clap your hands for breathing Feel your heart begin to beat This is our desperation, this is the deep calling deep. You cannot keep us silent We are the prisoner set free This is our desperation, we are the service of The King. All aboard. I hear, hear a train. Do you hear it?