Final Lyrics - Singles - Children 18:3

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 killed the prophets 

Hallelujah, they're going to kill 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 killed the prophets 

Hallelujah, they're going to kill 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