The Free are alive
The righteous rise
We have been waiting for this time
Shine on tonight
Possess the all-devouring light
Black hand is reaching for you
Disciples in distorted tune
Grovel at dead of the night
Fed by his malice and might
Raise your hand to the East - at the Sign
Raise your hand to the East - while alive
What was denied
Is calling us to make a sign
They said no-one could die
Still looking at the clouded sky
Black hand is reaching for you
You are disciples in his tune
Grovel at dead of the night
Fed by his malice and might
As the promise is fallen
Words of wisdom are lost
But the free are alive
Cleansed by falling rain
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Blueberryhill - The Free Are Alive Lyrics
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The Free are alive
The righteous rise
We have been waiting for this time
Shine on tonight
Possess the all-devouring light
Black hand is reaching for you
Disciples in distorted tune
Grovel at dead of the night
Fed by his malice and might
Raise your hand to the East - at the Sign
Raise your hand to the East - while alive
What was denied
Is calling us to make a sign
They said no-one could die
Still looking at the clouded sky
Black hand is reaching for you
You are disciples in his tune
Grovel at dead of the night
Fed by his malice and might
As the promise is fallen
Words of wisdom are lost
But the free are alive
Cleansed by falling rain
The righteous rise
We have been waiting for this time
Shine on tonight
Possess the all-devouring light
Black hand is reaching for you
Disciples in distorted tune
Grovel at dead of the night
Fed by his malice and might
Raise your hand to the East - at the Sign
Raise your hand to the East - while alive
What was denied
Is calling us to make a sign
They said no-one could die
Still looking at the clouded sky
Black hand is reaching for you
You are disciples in his tune
Grovel at dead of the night
Fed by his malice and might
As the promise is fallen
Words of wisdom are lost
But the free are alive
Cleansed by falling rain