I saw the souls
I saw the martyrs
I heared them crying
I heared them shouting
they were dressed in white
they'd been told to wait.
The sun was black
the moon was red
the stars were falling
the earth was trembling.
And then a crowd
impossible to number
carrying palms
shouted amid
the hotless sun
the lightless moon
the windless earth
the colourless sky...
They'll no more suffer
from hunger.
They'll no more suffer
from thirst
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