Pantokrator - Even Undo the Ends of the Earth

Even Undo the Ends of the Earth



Mil på mil från den plats där korset stod,
Där blodet rann, ett köldbitet rike hans
Tjänare fann.

In this land a people lived bound by fear of
Heathen gods, trapprd in sin and great
Misdeeds, accusations written in the blod
Of holy men. Hades breath the chords of the
Second death.

I höga nordens kalla land där rena bäckar
Porla fram. Där folket fjättrat var i digra
Mörkrets hand tände Herren helig brand.

They turned to this king in glory crownd,
In his grace they found. Yield fruit oh
Land by the peoples labouring hand.
Welth and glory, blessings from above,
Holy gifts more and more, for generations
Spared from war.Dark clouds gathered upon
The sky of grace, our hidious sin covered
His face.

Trots att vi i mörker faller ner ej vår blick
Mot himmelen ser... O fallna norra paradis.
Sträck dig åter till den som frihet gav, den
Dig reste ur din grav, den som livet seger gav.

Even in this days he opens his arms
For the ones that are lost.

Till dig stod Herrens välbehag, du har kränkt
Hans Heliga lag. Skynda till hans fadersfamn
Han skall lotsa dig i hamn.

Even in this day a stream of blood from calvery
Still flows, as far as the message goes, even
Unto the ends of the earth...