Slave To Gold
Courage begets thee
In case I forget ye
Bring me back into the victory
In case ye forget our history
Luster and grace
Beseech ye’s foreign face
Slave to gold
The Lord foretold
Beneath heaven and hell
We drink from the desert’s well
Bliss may unfold
Only when fortune’s unfold
May we drink and be merry
For we have vanquished the adversary
The Messiah has come quickly
To heal the lame and sickly
No better than today
Was tomorrow’s yesterday
The warriors of heaven shall rejoice
Only when the deceivers lose their voice
Follow the light
Come out of the light
He’s calling his children near
To a life redeemed without fear
Send forth the humble
They will stand and not crumble
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