a church is burning
the flames rise higher
like hands that are praying
they grow in the sky
like hands that are praying
the fire ascends
you can burn down my churches
but i shall be free
three hooded men through the back roads did creep
torches in their hands while the village lies asleep
down to the church where
just hours before
voices were singing
and
hands were meeting
and
saying
i won't be a slave anymore"