| Distant voices begin to sing
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| «Now the fire’s burning, let the fire spread
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| So those who think they live will realise that they are dead
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| Over eons, over centuries
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| It has taken many names for the Spirit of the Ancient is the fire within the
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| flames
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| Let mankind burn with the fire of the Spirit.»
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| Following the golden path towards the burning tree
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| I pause before I enter within the castle walls
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| As darkness dies the light of truth is revealed
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| I genuflect to worship at the throne of life
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| «I have followed your quest with great interest»
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| Said the King as I raise my eyes to meet his
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| «Many have stood where you stand and many will stand there in latter days.»
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| The Firetree, the tree that burns whilst it is never consumed
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| The Firetree on which a man died to bring life to mankind
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| Who was he, that man that died?
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| Who was he?
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| «That man was God.»
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| I came before the throne seeking truth and life but
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| As everything in my life begins to fall into place
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| I learn from the King that in death there is life
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| To die to one’s self is the truth of salvation and eternal life
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| The King addressed me once more saying
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| «Once you were yours but now you are mine
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| You have my permission to die
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| Go now and die to yourself.»
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| And with that, in obedience to the King, I stepped into the pool of water
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| Shedding my old garments
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| And moving further into the depths as the water engulfed me
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| That day, I entered into a new life and
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| In the presence of the almighty King, was born again |