SLAVES OF THE TRUTH ARE FREE
© Buck Stewart
November 2005
Alien residents in a foreign land
Parched throats, dust on their feet
A spectacle to the world
As wisdom cries out in the street
Whispers kiss my mind
Echoing from some ancient time
In the mirrors of history, unseen certitude and hope
Emotion and knowledge agree
Slaves of the Truth are free
The debaters of this system of things
Warm sheol for the end
Wheels of war are turning
A hissing sound just around the bend
Whispers kiss my mind
Echoing from some ancient time
In the mirrors of history, unseen certitude and hope
Emotion and knowledge agree
Slaves of the Truth are free
The times of the nations has run out
Who dares to consider it all
Snatch victory from the jaws of defeat
The hand writing is on the wall
The prophets trump philosophy
The Truth does not change, the Truth does not change
In step with eternity
Oh, oh ecstasy,
Slaves of the Truth, are free
Whispers kiss my mind
Echoing from some ancient time
In the mirrors of history, unseen certitude and hope
Emotion and knowledge agree
Slaves of the Truth are free
Oh, oh ecstasy,
Slaves of the Truth, are free
© Buck Stewart
November 2005
Alien residents in a foreign land
Parched throats, dust on their feet
A spectacle to the world
As wisdom cries out in the street
Whispers kiss my mind
Echoing from some ancient time
In the mirrors of history, unseen certitude and hope
Emotion and knowledge agree
Slaves of the Truth are free
The debaters of this system of things
Warm sheol for the end
Wheels of war are turning
A hissing sound just around the bend
Whispers kiss my mind
Echoing from some ancient time
In the mirrors of history, unseen certitude and hope
Emotion and knowledge agree
Slaves of the Truth are free
The times of the nations has run out
Who dares to consider it all
Snatch victory from the jaws of defeat
The hand writing is on the wall
The prophets trump philosophy
The Truth does not change, the Truth does not change
In step with eternity
Oh, oh ecstasy,
Slaves of the Truth, are free
Whispers kiss my mind
Echoing from some ancient time
In the mirrors of history, unseen certitude and hope
Emotion and knowledge agree
Slaves of the Truth are free
Oh, oh ecstasy,
Slaves of the Truth, are free