Under the shadows of a tree
thou will fall to his knees
with a salient plea
to the true grace of thee.
Unblind my eyes and allow me to see.
Untie my hands and set me free.
Unsew my lips and let me speak.
Give me strength because I can no longer be weak.
The world is dark and fearsome
and stranger evil I know is to come.
We need the mighty and righteous,
to awaken and fight the thriving darkness.