A church is burning
 the flames rise higher
 like hands that are praying
 a glow in the sky
 Like hands that are praying
 the fire is saying,
 "You can burn down my churches
 but I shall be free."
 
 Three hooded men thru the backroads did creep
 Torches in their hands while
 the village lies a-sleep
 Down to the church where
 just hours before
 voices were singing and
 hands were beating and
 saying I won't be a slave any-more.
 
 And a church is burning
 the flames rise higher
 like hands that are praying
 a glow in the sky
 Like hands that are praying
 the fire is saying
 "You can burn down my churches
 but I shall be free."
 
 Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark
 Then they faded in the night
 and they vanished in the dark
 And in the cool light of morning
 there's nothing that re-mains
 But the ashes of a bible and
 a can of kero-sene
 
 And a church is burning
 the flames rise higher
 like hands that are praying
 a glow in the sky
 Like hands that are praying
 the fire is saying,
 "You can burn down my churches
 but I shall be free."
 
 A church is more than just timber and stone
 And freedom is a dark road
 When you're walking it alone
 But the future is now
 and it's time to take a stand
 So the lost bells of freedom
 can ring out in my land
 
 And a church is burning
 the flames rise higher
 like hands that are praying
 a glow in the sky
 Like hands that are praying
 the fire is saying,
 "You can burn down my churches
 but I - I - I - I shall be free."
 
 Raziel_P