We are rising
From every horizon
Going forth to do his chores
Heavenly Host are praying
Angels are lying by
Empty vessels
On blood soaked shores
Souls are rising
From every horizon
Having completed
Their earthly tours
All Heaven’s rising
As they march
From the horizon
With the Heavenly Host
Through his door
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