A single thing you ought to know
These swarms of flies are there to show
You took the name, the land in vain
If God in Christ would have it go
The fiery wind would ever blow
The fire that saves must burn the soul
And they were born of corpses and pain
Took wing and clouded over the sky
And now the air is chining with rain
The sand is bright with millions of eyes
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