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In the age of Nero, in the garden at night.
With bodies burning for its light.
The condemned faces. Holy chosen few.
Oh, father save them that they knew.
Would you leave it all behind?
Oh god it haunts my mind.

Fated to journey blind.

With the changing seasons.
Centuries in years.
They're rearranging the same fears.
Did they come on horseback?
Do they come in tanks?
He always flows right through their ranks.
Would you leave it all behind?
Oh god it haunts my mind.

Fated to journey blind.

Can you hear them calling,
Through the winds of time.
Do you dare to answer?
Are they killers in disguise?
Love and wisdom coming down,
from oh so high.
Screaming save me...
And into His arms they ride.

Ancient heroes from ancient wars.
In the arena the lions roar.
Fed to the fires they'll surely die.
Life to the wind. They journey blind.
Burning martyrs look to the sun.
Heathens rejoicing at what they've won.
Persecution. You fear the night.
Life to the wind. They journey blind.

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