Thrillingly the hoarse of dark deary den of voices
Screaming for the juicy bloods of prisoners at array
Doomed the gates of escape thrushes the flowers
Destined for greatness of life’s beauty eternal

Centuries down darkened still lots stood still
The minute counts but none live to tell of the tale
But the crown came and conquered the flamy cells
Engrossed with slavery that none could be set free

Threw the garment of victory sacrificing the cross
Sloughed down His precious blood for the freedom desired
Reconciled all, brought the light unto all to be free
In Him life’s found and greatness for light begins

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