[Oracle] Raise the banner; the proud city hears, Its towers were built from the mortar of fears. [Refrain] How art thou fallen, voice that boasted above? The grave has no throne and the worm has no love. [Oracle] Stars hide their faces, the marketplace stills, The day finds the crown on the height of the hills. You said, I will rise where the Highest alone reigns, [Refrain] How art thou fallen, voice that boasted above? The grave has no throne and the worm has no love. [People] But pride cannot ladder beyond its own chains. Dead kings awaken and answer the name, Is this the hand that made nations afraid? The earth draws a breath when the tyrant is gone, [Bridge] Trees lift their branches and break into song. The purpose of God is not broken by might, [Coda] The proud enter darkness; the remnant sees light. How art thou fallen, voice that boasted above? The grave has no throne and the worm has no love.