Som de Adorador

A worshiper makes with his song
Shake walls
A worshiper makes prisons fall
Glory of God, come upon the Earth
To always have for You the sound of a winner!

The censer fills
And the throat tightens
The heart trembles
And from the mouth comes a song
Powerful who is on the throne
And forever triumphed!

To worship You in the morning
And at nightfall
In joy and in pain
To offer a song to You
To worship You