On the eve of All Saints Day,
The year was 1517.
Absolution paved the way.
A piece of silver set you free.
One man stood from the rest.
Was compelled to confess.
I'm gonna light me a fire.
Flames of truth are burning me.
I'm gonna light me a fire.
The world will come to see this truth has changed me.
The chapel ceilings austere.
No man would dare question Rome.
Superstition and fear.
Woods filled with faeries and gnomes.
The door of Wittenberg.
The truth was finally heard.
I'm gonna light me a fire.
Flames of truth are burning me.
I'm gonna light me a fire.
The world will come to see this truth has set you free.
I cannot, I will not recant.
I cannot, I will not recant.
Here I stand.
Five centuries have come and gone.
His flame has not been forgotten.
'Cause today I sing his song:
"The Mighty Fortress Is Our God"
With growing certainty.
His truth prevails in me.
I'm gonna light me a fire.
Flames of truth are burning me.
I'm gonna light me a fire.
The world will come to see this truth has set you free.
I'm gonna light me a fire.
Flames of truth are burning me.
I'm gonna light me a fire.
The world will come to see this truth that sets me free.
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