Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Before the sun rises,
You'll be one of us.
Do you speak the Truth?
Or are they all just big lies?
Like all other words...
The world speaks few ways,
But every language and tounge,
Has its own secrets.
The Truth has its own way,
Of getting itself out there,
It always helps me.
Let the Truth be heard,
Let it ring through the mountains,
And every ear.
The world speaks of glory,
Because the Truth was set free,
All live in joy now.
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