

(aaahhh) The iron strikes, the valley wakes Beneath the weight of ancient grace (hallelujah)
The stone is rolled,
the dark defeated (ooh-ooh)
The bells toll for
the risen King
Hear the host of heaven sing He broke the grave,
He wears the crown No power of hell can drag Him down
From death to life,
the victory won Behold the light of the morning sun
(holy,
holy)
The bells toll for
the risen King
Hear the host of heaven sing
He broke the grave,
He wears the crown No power of hell can drag Him down (amen)