The trumpets roar, unbound by earthly chains,
A boundless surge of sound through Heaven streams,
Their golden voices flood celestial plains,
Awakening the soul to royal dreams.
No wall can hold, no silence dares intrude,
Their echoes roll like thunder clad in light,
A sovereign tide of music, pure and shrewd,
That rends the veil and storms the endless height.
Each blast resounds, a crown upon the air,
Eternal notes that spiral, soar, and sing,
A regal pulse through realms beyond compare,
The anthem of the vast, immortal King.
In ceaseless waves, their glory knows no end,
Where beauty reigns in golden fanfare’s blend.