| The Price Upon my head is death | |
| They've pushed us underground | |
| For all who dare to speak the name | |
| The iron fist comes down | |
| Face the test, put to death if discovered | |
| Its the price we pay | |
| Lord, bless my brothers with courage I pray | |
| (Enemies castigate | |
| But darkness doth illuminate | |
| Irony: the blood we bleed | |
| Every drop this fire feeds | |
| Into forever...) | |
| Lines of faith drawn in the sand, completed by another | |
| Stranger, show me where you stand | |
| And if you are my brother | |
| One part by me, one by you | |
| CENTURIES FLY | |
| BUT THE FLAME IS STILL ALIVE | |
| THE MAY HIDE IT, BUT IT WILL NEVER DIE | |
| CARVED IN THE WALL, | |
| SEE THE TWO HALVES OF THE SIGN | |
| THROUGH THE AGES HIS GLORY WILL ARISE | |
| FOR ALL TIME | |
| Forced into the catacombs | |
| Unite to praise the King of kings | |
| They fear a revolution | |
| And the power that He brings | |
| Heaven's sons stand as one, as believers | |
| In the blood of Christ | |
| Even in death we have true life | |
| (Enemies castigate | |
| But darkness doth illuminate | |
| Irony: the blood we bleed | |
| Every drop this fire feeds | |
| Into forever...) | |
| Lines of faith carved in the wall, | |
| A sign of peace abided | |
| Stare into the eyes of death | |
| Clothed in the grace provided | |
| This will live on without me | |
| CENTURIES FLY | |
| BUT THE FLAME IS STILL ALIVE | |
| THE MAY HIDE IT, BUT IT WILL NEVER DIE | |
| CARVED IN THE WALL, | |
| SEE THE TWO HALVES OF THE SIGN | |
| THROUGH THE AGES HIS GLORY WILL ARISE | |
| FOR ALL TIME | |
| This will live on without me... | |
| CENTURIES FLY | |
| BUT THE FLAME IS STILL ALIVE | |
| THE MAY HIDE IT, BUT IT WILL NEVER DIE | |
| CARVED IN OUR SOULS, | |
| SEE THE TWO HALVES OF THE SIGN | |
| THROUGH THE AGES HIS GLORY WILL ARISE | |
| FOR ALL TIME |