歌词
To all those weeping past rest
Oh your word shall fall on deaf ears now
For we hear Mount Zion calling
Them on higher to the word
Chanting words they spoken softly
Of them dragon which conquers my soul
To all those weeping past rest
Know your word shall fall on deaf ears now
For we hear Mount Zion calling
Them on higher to the word
Chanting words they spoken softly
Of them dragon which conquers my soul
