| Towers that shall tremble not
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| Will reach for heaven’s hall
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| And shall strike a chord within us
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| Mighty calls that winds forgot are the grace that’s standing tall
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| In the palace high for Caesar Seth
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| Listen to the roaring voice, the sound of truth and stone
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| When the sun comes up from another side of the moon
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| We are building hope for a future world
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| A temple full of stairs to a golden door where the lion’s roar fills the air
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| Gilded stars bid lovers wait
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| Tomorrow they shall see what the dark will bring us
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| Glowing walls restoring faith
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| All of which he’s wisely sown
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| And that safely he may call his own
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| Listen to the roaring voice, the sound of truth and stone
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| When the sun comes up from another side of the moon
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| We are building hope for a future world
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| A temple full of stairs to a golden door where the lion’s roar fills the air
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| Raising high
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| Raising high
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| Raising high
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| Always
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| Raising high — future tolling
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| Raising high — angels calling
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| Raising high — palace of dreams |