Lyrics Ancient of Days - Trigmatic

Chorse#Ahaahaahaaha. Ahaahaahaahaa(×4)

1#
My heart is open I receive Heaven
I worship Accients of Days
Recive your reverence
I see the greatness
I serve the Accients of Days.
And when am dull I look to the ground Accients of days guide my ways
Heaven and earth
Stars and skys
They serve the Accients of Days
#Ahaahaahaaha. Ahaahaahaahaa(×4)

2#
Trumpet is blowing
The thrown is glowing
Men be growing mercy showing
God the only one then am knowing Heaven and earth the praise and the king
Give me the voice the reason I see
Praises and worship with everything
I hear these voices angels are singing Need your presence the lights are blinking
Ahaahaahaaha. Ahaahaahaahaa(×4)

3#
Raise my voice the world to hear
Turn to God and curse the fear
Eyes and tears your presence is near
Hope you hear me my message is clear
Ahaahaahaaha. Ahaahaahaahaa(×6).