In a land of blessed grace,
Searching for his resting place,
After Christ and the fall of Rome,
In his life, he was reborn.
He said.....
Seek me children, find your souls, they lie within.
Seek me children, death is just around the bend.
The Baron's prayer.... His soul was there....
He's praying for me... showing me, to set me free.
Distant time, until he wakes,
Realms of light, of warmth and faith,
Burning coals, of fire and wind,
In a soul, of hate and sin.