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• Artiste: Neal Morse
• Titre: Entrance
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I see a man with hair as white as wool Whose tongue's a sharp edged tool With feet like burning brass "Come", he says, "I'll be your guide of sorts Into the outer courts I have made a way For the unclean ones to come into the gate To the weakest ones I will give my strength And the lowest ones, they will be brought higher Let the unclean ones be washed in the fire" I am afraid I'll stay where I am But the Spirit takes my hand and gently leads me in There is the laver; He drops me in the bath It's like a sweet heart attack And I hear his voice again..... Let the unclean ones come into the gate To the weakest ones I will give my strength And the lowest ones, they will be brought higher Let the unclean ones be washed in the fire Sweet elation come on, come on I'm part of the Holy Nation And the past is forever gone Wash and see the looking glass Second heaven's coming fast Seven candles so bright, so right The incense burns on the mantle As we eat the bread of life And in third heaven's Holy Grail Awaits behind the final veil After all with our backs against the wall We seek the temple of the living God After all with our backs against the wall We seek the temple of the living God We seek the temple of the living God