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Ritual of mourning

No praying in his faith

a heathen is rejoicing

No God, so there's no grace

How can he understand this

when war is at each hand?

Rejecting all mysteries

He just won't see...

that saved, he can be

Forgive the heathen -he's asleep now

All that he can do

of him I'll 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?

I'm confessing here

as I'm waiting for you -

Yes, I'm waiting for you…

with this hymn for a heathen.

Can you hear me now?

Won't you please hear me now?

All I'm praying for is a heathen.

Lord, he's not the same man now

He can't hear you anymore...

'cause his old ways -

his old ways are gone...