falling underneath again enchanted words of evil men wills will bow and wills will bend prayers against my will i send falling where i cannot stand descending into depths again prayers into the breach i send when flesh grows thick the blood flows thin knees they bow and knees they bend scream my soul into the wind not by the power of man but by the power of the living god the power that preserves beneath the hate beneath deceit i will rise i will rise up on the precipice again falling where i cannot stand scream my soul into the wind flesh grows thick and blood flows thin falling underneath again not by the power of man but by the power of the living god the power that forgives beneath the weight beneath defeat you will rise you will rise up in our final hour you display your power now through the death of the son of god and through the powerlessness of man despite the world and its disbelief he will rise he will rise 