I am free, I am free of you
My hands are clean and my body too
Under the quiet an' cold winter sky
I saw a thousand faces pass by
They sing their sweet songs
As if they were free
But although their candles are too dark to see
I was a soldier in a war without name
The bullets were fired and the rooms would'nt faint [?]
All in the moment I heard a loud cry
I am free, I am free of you
My hands are clean and my body too
Coldest death where is your sting
You cannot sting the best of me
Hold your voice, I can hear no more
Blood was spilt on the threshing floor
All in the moment the world we knew changed
I know you didn't die in vain
Time waits for no man but sometime it waits
For something better takes its place
We were a small band so foolish in war[?]
What were we doing in that angry war
Prophets and demons, soldiers and saints
We come in peace so please open the gates
Narrow the way, narrow the road
I am free, I am free of you
My hands are clean and my body too
Coldest death where is your sting
You cannot sting the best of me
Hold your voice, I can hear no more
Blood was spilt on the threshing floor