Beyond the shadows of your deepest doubts Above the bluest seas Lies a kingdom we have willingly died for A true land of the free Lift up these broken battered soulds We cannot do this on our own Where will we go? What shall we see? Lose your grip on reality Open your mind Fall to your knees Embrace eternity I hear the angels singing Thy purest gifts theyre bringing Take now your righteous seat at the throne of theocracy The days of sufferng shall soon be over The word hath been received For we are here Our cup runneth over Is this not destiny? Its not worth fighting for A world of senseless war Lay down your battle sword and open up your eyes
soulds, sufferng, theocracy, runneth, bluest