Children 18:3 - Final lyrics

Oh, hide me, would you love Until all have gone? Horsemen riding, shouting, laughing To their hunting song Somber words would feign contentment With eyes half drawn But in my secret place the voices Whispers on Go ahead and show yourself As you were born to do Their fathers k**ed the prophets Hallelujah, they're going to k** us too Maidens sing at the harvest Children dance on the ground Angels join the gladness The end will come here soon As broken men exalt in their own ruin Stand by me, would you love? As if queen and pawn White or black both sides attack Until victory is won But you must choose To win you lose And when sides are drawn From my secret place the voices push me on Go ahead reveal yourself As you were born to do Their fathers k**ed the prophets Hallelujah, they're going to k** us too Maidens sing at the harvest Children dance on the ground Angels join the gladness The end will come here soon As humble men rejoice in their own ruin Stephen, Stephen, tell me Weren't you even scared? Maidens sing at the harvest Children dance on the ground Angels join the gladness Listen to the most beautiful sound Maidens sing at the harvest Children dance on the ground Angels join the gladness Listen to the most beautiful sound Maidens sing at the harvest Children dance on the ground Angels join the gladness Listen to the most beautiful sound Maidens sing at the harvest Children dance on the ground Angels join the gladness Listen to the most beautiful sound Maidens sing at the harvest Children dance on the ground Angels join the gladness The end will come here soon As broken men exalt in their own The end will come here soon As broken men rejoice in their own