The Crusade

You're looking for the crash of thunder
You're looking for the beckoning blackness
You're learning how to get up off your knees
All it takes is practice

So be ready on your feet
For the trouble that you'll meet
Don't ever feel alone
Even standing on your own

I'll send lions to make you brave
The giants will give you faith
Death is just a charade
You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid

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