A church is burning

the flames rise higher

like hands that are praying

a glow in the sky

Like hands that are praying

the fire is saying,

"You can burn down my churches

but I shall be free."

Three hooded men thru the backroads did creep

Torches in their hands while

the village lies a-sleep

Down to the church where

just hours before

voices were singing and

hands were beating and

saying I won't be a slave any-more.

And a church is burning

the flames rise higher

like hands that are praying

a glow in the sky

Like hands that are praying

the fire is saying

"You can burn down my churches

but I shall be free."

Three hooded men, their hands lit the spark

Then they faded in the night

and they vanished in the dark

And in the cool light of morning

there's nothing that re-mains

But the ashes of a bible and

a can of kerosene

And a church is burning

the flames rise higher

like hands that are praying

a glow in the sky

Like hands that are praying

the fire is saying,

"You can burn down my churches

but I shall be free."

A church is more than just timber and stone

And freedom is a dark road

When you're walking it alone

But the future is now

and it's time to take a stand

So the lost bells of freedom

can ring out in my land

And a church is burning

the flames rise higher

like hands that are praying

a glow in the sky

Like hands that are praying

the fire is saying,

"You can burn down my churches

but I - I - I - I shall be free."