Jerusalem, Pt. 1

I am searching for holy spaces Palisades, Jethro and Babel They took him prisoner of prewar Left us with his valour And strong bonds in the death row When the lightning hauls All we hear is thunder From the clouds above We are unstoppable When the lightning hauls All we hear is thunder From the clouds above Jerusalem I will look inside your troubled mind Rubbing the dirt out of your wild eyes Cease the digging in the lowly ground Oh hollow souls behind the city walls When the lightning hauls All we hear is thunder From the clouds above They are unstoppable When the lightning hauls All we hear is thunder From the clouds above Jerusalem