Miller and the Midnight Cry

We are left scorned,

oh father of mine,

waiting all night for our home.

We hung our harps,

rumors afire,

now we're estranged

Lift your eyes,

look to the sanctuary,

there you'll find ancient of days.

Wake the dawn,

know the revealers timing,

hold your heart,

your work is not yet done

In 1818,

oh so convinced,

all of those years in the books.

The falling of stars,

thousands had followed,

now we're alone

Lift your eyes,

look to the sanctuary,

there you'll find ancient of days.

Wake the dawn,

know the revealers timing,

hold your heart,

your work is not yet done

...your eyes,

look to the sanctuary,

there you'll find ancient of days.

Wake the dawn,

know the revealers timing,

hold your heart,

your work is not yet done

We wake the dawn