Carry our souls into the night.
Lead us not to desperation!
And through the years we hope to find a lesser revelation.
Bring me the broom, I hear the wind chimes, the battle begins right under the stars. Oh I heard bells all the time signaling salvation. And I could chant all the while, I could swing the staff in the water, I could sing hymnals of sweet sorrow only in recognition.
Captain! Lead us not into desperation for the fear is overwhelming! Our people's past is slowly fading,oh through the years we hope to find a lesser revelation.
Carry our souls through the night, lead us not to deprivation, oh through the years we never found our lesser revelation.
Our sons were sent with out their spears or their shields, sent out for peaceful conversation. They later returned with blood, sweat, and tears, the news of our condemnation.
What could we have done? Our people's past was slowly fading. The stars were never brighter than the fire in our enemy's eyes, our gruesome greater revelation.
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