On the eve of All Saints Day
The year was 1517
Absolution paved the way
A piece of silver set you free
One man stood from the rest
Was compelled to confess
I'm gonna light me on fire
Flames of Truth are burning me
I'm gonna light me on fire
The world will come to see
This Truth that's changing me
The chapel ceiling's austere
No man would dare question Rome
The superstition and fear
Was filled with fairies and gnomes
The door of Wittenburg
The Truth was finally heard
I cannot, I will not recant
Here I stand
Five centuries have come and gone
His faith has not b
compositores: WESLEY IVAN KING, FRAN KING
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