With each beat of drum,
We fell before thee,
Beat after beat, beat,
Till we breathed our last,
Your grace and mercy, We pray and we seek,
Oh Lord, Lord, o King;
Our account is neat,
And balance debt free.
Not miles of our lives,
We will walk again,
With each beat of drum,
Kneel over again,
Not in qeue we'd stand,
To walk the light years.
Around the heavenly gates,
We loiter debt-free,
Full of hope and faith,
Of pardon and grace.
The drum is sounded,
Lets fall on our face,
How clever are sinful namazis.
