[Verse] Night drips down the tracks, stained concrete sermons spit, Faces blurred like ghosts, on these rails we don’t quit. Steel wheels preach the pulse, a sermon dirt and grime, Tired preacher at the platform, running out of time. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes bounce like thunder, shadows down the line, Voices crack and rumble, in this heart of mine. [Chorus] Rise up, rise up, from the ashes and the noise, We’re the lost and the loud, the broken and the choice. Hear the thunder, feel the fire in your veins, This is our gospel on the late night trains. [Verse] City’s hum is fading, but the beat won’t slow, Every cracked voice chanting what we already know. No halos in this tunnel, just embers and steel, The preacher’s call is raw—no mask, just real. [Pre-Chorus] Echoes bounce like thunder, shadows down the line, Voices crack and rumble, in this heart of mine. [Chorus] Rise up, rise up, from the ashes and the noise, We’re the lost and the loud, the broken and the choice. Hear the thunder, feel the fire in your veins, This is our gospel on the late night trains. [Bridge] Don’t wait for the morning light, We’re burning through the night, Every scar, every fight, Keeps the faith alive—ignite! [Chorus] Rise up, rise up, from the ashes and the noise, We’re the lost and the loud, the broken and the choice. Hear the thunder, feel the fire in your veins, This is our gospel on the late night trains. [Chorus] Rise up, rise up, from the ashes and the noise, We’re the lost and the loud, the broken and the choice. Hear the thunder, feel the fire in your veins, This is our gospel on the late night trains. [Outro] Late night flames, burning bright, Preacher’s words in fading light, On these rails, we take our stand, Grit and grit, across the land.