Ritual of mourning No praying in his faith A heathen is rejoicing No God, so theres no grace How can he understand this When war is at each hand? Rejecting all mysteries He just wont see... That saved, he can be Forgive the heathen hes asleep now All that he can do Of him Ill ask Is your soul worth the price to pay? Well, finally discovered When he looked upon your face The melodies that kept him From dying in this place more and more What it really comes to Is the passion that we shared In this fight I gave everything And I never held anything back But by the time he found this out I had walked away I had moved on to another place And another day it was too late. What are his chances now? What can I do? Im confessing here As Im waiting for you Yes, Im waiting for you... With this hymn for a heathen. Can you hear me now? Wont you please hear me now? All Im praying for is a heathen. Lord, hes not the same man now He cant hear you anymore... cause his old ways His old ways are gone...
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