This is the process of breaking, this
world is ripe for the taking now

Glory be to God and the rest can get in
line

We are the kings and princes to a lost
and dying world

We've made our choices, to live and
die by the sword

I will return (My love) I will return
(My beloved)

Nobody gets out alive,

The flowers are dying but I've never
felt so alive

To the winner go the spoils, give me
the greatest prize

That I have ever known, is for you to
call me friend

This world will never break me, no
matter how far I bend

The red hall, red hall, red hall
(vultures)

The red hall, red hall, red hall
(vultures)

You'll never see me coming, like a
thief in the night

Swing low, Sweet Chariot, take me home

Some glad morning when this life is
over, I'll fly away

I'll fly away ( oh Glory) I'll fly
away (in the morning)

We are the kings and princes to a lost
a dying world

We've made our choices, to live and
die by the sword

We are the kings and princes, We are
the kings and princes