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Saracen blood spilled as crosses are rising high |
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Men giving their lives, for the Holy Sea they die |
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Walls surround this golden city like a crown of thorns |
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Will the wailing ever cease, will we forever mourn? |
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Behold memories of wars |
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Are rising as we're building the New Jerusalem |
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Men and children toil in the blazing sun |
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Mortar and brick, no walls between father and son |
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These green and pleasant fields that surround |
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The city once apart that now is one |
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Bygone crusades and wasted lives |
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Are gone as we're breathing the New Jerusalem |
