(And) A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying Aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire is saying You can burn down my churches But I shall be free
Three hooded men Through the backroads did creep Torches in their hands While the village lie asleep Down to the church Where just hours before Voices were singing And hands were beating And saying I won't be a slave Anymore
(And) A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying Aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire is saying You can burn down my churches But I shall be free
Three hooded men Their hands lit the spark Then they faded in the night And they vanished in the dark And in the cold light of morning There is nothing that remains But the ashes of a Bible And a can of kerosene
(And) A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying Aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire is saying You can burn down my churches But I shall be free
A church is more Than just timber and stone And freedom is a dark road When you're walking it alone But the future is now And it's time to take a stand So the lost bells of freedom Can ring out in my land
(And) A church is burning The flames rise higher Like hands that are praying Aglow in the sky Like hands that are praying The fire is saying You can burn down my churches But I shall be free
