Waiting for a sign. To turn blood into wine. The sweet taste in your mouth. Turned bitter in its glass Israel, in Israel. Israel, in Israel Shattered fragments of the past. Meet in veins on the stained
O come, O come, Emmanuel. O come, O come, Emmanuel And ransom captive Israel. That mourns in lonely exile here. Until the Son of God appears. Rejoice, rejoice, Emmanuel. Shall come to thee, O
