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I see a burning cross upon a desert hill
Beneath a crescent moon a silhouette is rising
I see the ghost of men who passed this way before
One thousand years ago so full of their convictions
I see the congregation mass!
I hear the call to prayer mass!
We all were brothers once and shared the secrets of the stars
One thousand years ago and now we die for this black blood
I see the congregation mass!
I hear the call to prayer mass!
I see the congregation mass!
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