A Church Is Burning

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 back roads 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"
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 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"