| You and I are on the road to the Promised Land
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| Through nervous breakdowns under the yoke of the cross.
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| We have not seen God, but we believe the Scriptures,
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| You and I are called soldiers of Christ.
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| We have not seen God, but we believe the Scriptures,
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| You and I are called soldiers of Christ.
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| Our share is this - give, God, patience,
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| A black fog sways over Russia.
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| Holy Blessed Xenia will help us
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| And Presbyter Saint John of Kronstadt.
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| Holy Blessed Xenia will help us
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| And Presbyter Saint John of Kronstadt.
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| We do not walk in heroes, we are not looking for fame,
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| But for the faith of Christ we stand to death.
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| The Queen of Heaven will shelter us from trouble
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| Maternal love, His cover.
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| The Queen of Heaven will shelter us from trouble
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| Maternal love, His cover.
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| Trumpets of the Day of Judgment will play over the arable land,
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| The holy reapers will scatter across the field,
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| And the soldiers of Christ, living and fallen,
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| Before the winged formation they will receive crowns.
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| And the soldiers of Christ, living and fallen,
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| Before the winged formation they will receive crowns.
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| You and I are on the road to the Promised Land
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| Through nervous breakdowns under the yoke of the cross.
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| We have not seen God, but we believe the Scriptures,
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| You and I are called soldiers of Christ.
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| We have not seen God, but we believe the Scriptures,
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| You and I are called soldiers of Christ. |