There's a ghost of a candle
Lit by a flame of hope
Burning in a church of sorrow..
A cross
Forged on the Anvils of War
The souls of many a battle
Screaming Hymns of Redemption
While mothers and lovers
Cradle memories
In arms, that knew the touch of love
In arms, stained, by the forces of life
As
The love of nations
Echoes
Screaming Hymns of Redemption
In the fading light.

Gypsy