By Dan Goddard

There’s an ancient sound,

Rising up in the Land.

There’s a Holy Wind blowing,

On the embers once again.

There’s an ancient scroll,

Written before time began

There’s an ancient path,

That we will walk again.


Yes, I will burn,

I will burn,

I will burn again!

Passion soaring,

Lion roaring,

In that ancient flame.


Here come the deeper waters.

Here come the battle banners.

Here come the willing warriors.

Here come the Sons and Daughters.

Mountains crumble at the Sound.

Waters rise with the Wind.

Prisons open wide their gates.

Demons flee before the Flame.





















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