| He’s running through the woods so black
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| A loyal servant of Christ
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| Dogs are barking down his back
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| He’s running for his life
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| He came with words of love and peace
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| These heathens had to be saved
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| He thought that he could make them see
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| Instead he was enslaved
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| In captivity he spoke of God
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| To all he met he preached
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| But when his master’s patience ran out
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| He knew he had to flee
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| Tears are running down his cheeks
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| As he sobbing realize
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| That in this land his god is weak
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| And today he’s going to die
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| To die
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| He stumbles out onto an open field
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| Where an old oak tree grows
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| In the branches hangs men of three
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| Dressed in preacher robes
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| His knees refuse to carry him on
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| Terror shines in his eyes
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| His faith in Christ is almost gone
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| His god left him to die
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| Below the dead he says his prayers
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| To the god he thought was alive
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| When he hears a calm voice say:
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| «Shut him up and hang him high!»
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| As his breath leaves his eyes open wide
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| A bright light comes from above
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| He greets this light with a smile
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| And thinks: «There is a God»
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| The sound of eight hooves reaches his ears
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| Comes from the heavenly light
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| Two wolves' howls fill his heart with fear
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| And he sees two ravens fly
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| Down from the sky a warlord rides
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| Like fire his one eye glows
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| And just before the preacher dies
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| He knows his god is false |