In the land of desolate kings Shadows reaching through the woods In the trees are hidden signs Evil pursues the life of the good
Faces seen without any hope Fear stalks the shaken heart a grasp on a weary soul Taking hold of who you are
A faded sight in the distance The promises of long ago Are in a Book with hidden treasures For those of the Holy Ghost
In our dreams there is no fear To our Father we are compelled To us His love is extended Yet He holds the keys to death and hell
Knights of the round table around the table of Kings Horses prepared for the battle in flight with Victor's wings
Jesus the finisher or our faith We go by what the Spirit says He shows us that He really cares His heart holds no hatred thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
