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Whisper in our souls

The churches are not on fire

The illusion transcends darkness

Medieval voices of the great mountain

End times in the hands of men

On the hill

Tyrants of our souls

The tears made blood

In the world not salvation

But in our hearts and in our prayers

The supreme and universal power

Jesus, Jesus, glorification

On the hill

Tyrants of our souls

I give up my pain

I cry my tears

I call my Lord

I beg Your salvation