| Rising through the sacred grounds
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| From the landscape vast and wide to see;
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| In the distance far
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| Where light shines in your eyes;
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| You’re blinded, beyond thoughts
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| In your mind, those dreams
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| That haunt you down to bleed
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| The might of the men; |
| whose thoughts look
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| Them straight through their blinded eyes
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| Whom they lay the tasks for
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| To teach us of our sins
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| There is a keeper who looks
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| Into his crystal ball
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| To watch and command
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| All the people who come and pray
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| To his image of a man
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| As they look to him they bow their heads
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| And kneel in the court yards
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| To away his sermon
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| As a figure of monk rises to the stand
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| Discloses his hood
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| To pray a command
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| Mass has now began
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| (All hail) me!
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| Who’s in your minds
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| And will command
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| All (our lives)
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| For those who seek
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| (We seek) my guidance
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| Are to give themselves to me
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| (Blessed be) me!
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| Who is the lord thy god to be
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| For this the time, now (in fear)
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| You all shall be, willed by praises
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| Of faith and love to whom (to you)
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| Alast the time is near, for I must
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| Speak these words so you can
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| Hear (the benediction)
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| I am the lord!
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| For all must say (amen) to a man
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| Here in the fields
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| Someone is calling my
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| Name: words for
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| The rightious: v (speak my son)
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| And words for
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| Those who are blind
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| Deceitful deceiver
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| You liar of man
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| Here this our God!
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| Make this man pray
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| Run from him all
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| He’s not what you say
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| You will bow down
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| Or you’re going to pay
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| André solo
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| My father, my god
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| Give
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| A sign to see
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| That in their time
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| They might believe
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| On earth, satan free
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| Know! |
| No he’ll not
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| See the sun once again
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| In pain will his
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| Life surely end
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| Then you’ll all bow to me
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| And god up above will bless
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| Me you’ll see
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| High across
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| Darkness falls
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| The shadows of fear
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| Now over the land
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| Candles at mass
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| And touches a blazed
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| Hear now the end
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| A false prophets dismay
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| The priest and his guards
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| Steal what they can
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| Draining the blood
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| From this man
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| The last final sin
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| And the man is done in
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| Filling their
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| Cups to the rim
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| Flash! |
| Lightning rips
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| Trough the skies
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| A rumbling sound
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| As they toast their cups high
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| The last drop is done
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| Their eyes open wide
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| Ripping inside
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| Their minds start to fry
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| They rip at their skin
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| And pluck their own eyes
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| Like vultures
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| In human disguise
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| A man from the crowd
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| With shame on his brow
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| Stands to speak
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| These words to me
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| No, No! |
| How can this be?
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| For a man of our God
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| Can deceive us you see!
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| Father, I promise the sleeper will awaken |