Take hold of this Heaven
Washing over the plains
The time has come, rise up from the mud and rain
Your fears have been noticed, you won't carry any weight
A burdened soul once buried in their fate
A Fever is coming, Oh
A Fever is burning slow
There is a sister calling home,
Crying out, "don't take me from the warmth!"
She knows how it feels to be unknown
Was out in the cold, caught up in a storm draining life from her bones
A Fever is coming, Oh
A Fever is burning slow
A Fever is in my soul
Is in my bones
Is burning, Oh
I feel it grow