| In my darkest year in the fourth month on the fifth day
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| In exile by the sea a vision came to me
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| The heavens opened up and the word of God was spoken
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| A windstorm from the North
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| A vast cloud with flashing lightning
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| Floods us with light
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| The center burned like glowing metal
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| In the fire was life, there I saw a creature
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| Flash like lightning
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| Its faces looked like this
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| A lion a man an ox an eagle
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| Wings spread overhead
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| I swear they touched each other
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| As I turned around to run
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| The sound of rushing waters
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| Swooped down overhead
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| Dear God the heathen have come
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| That which is light in me darken
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| That which is pure corrupt
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| The temple is defiled
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| The anger never stops
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| Two thousand years of numbness and vanity
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| Cannot crush us
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| Follow me
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| In the dark i saw
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| The hand outstretched below
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| And so I followed down
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| Twilight of God
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| Can you hear the sound of me singing to light the fire in your eyes
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| Can the torn and bloody victim love the jaws that rend him
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| Two thousand years of numbness and vanity
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| Cannot crush us follow me straight through death’s door |