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The World grows cold
In the Shadow of death
That chills the soul
And stills the breath
And blows in smoke
That takes the place
Of what once stood
With beauty and grace
Then fills the minds
Of all those near
With unsure doubt
And delirious fear
What happens now
You hear them say
The answer is simple
We kneel and we pray
For the time is upon us
Thus sayeth the Lord
To gird up our loins
The word as our sword
For were fighting the power
Of the long ago dead
The once fallen angel
The Earth is his bed
We seen it all coming
In removing the prayer
Took God from our life
Like we no longer care
We are too short sighted
We forget what we learned
Like playing with matches
Were bound to get burned
We tempt our true master
Like we are now King
And then puzzle and wonder
About this horrible thing
Believe this my children
Dont have you no doubt
The one that has made us
Will take us back out
But blame him for this
For things that we lose
No, he gave us the power
And the wisdom to choose
What we do with this power
Will remain to be known
But I assure you of this
We cant do it alone
I think its upon us
The time is at hand
To put God back in power
In this wonderful land
We have all the spirit
In this I dont doubt
We can all pull together
When troubles about
So let us move swiftly
With God as the head
And knock out the evil
That lies in this bed
And claim this World over
In the name of the Son
And give back America
To the Glorious One
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