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Byzantium
Ruins lit by history’s sun
Thy will be done
Holy Land’s Bible Gun

Barrel black with clinging smoke
Rising from a fire of jokes
And not the prophet’s tongue
Gummed and glued with wonder’s fun

Byzantium
Ruins lit by history’s sun
Thy will be done
Holy Land’s Bible Gun

I am not a lazy day
I will not lie I will not play
With mercy’s myrth
Knowledge fires a desert’s thirst

Byzantium
Ruins lit by history’s sun
Thy will be done
Holy Land’s Bible Gun

Centuries made of painted dreams
Dead cities deaf to soldiers’ screams
Thy kingdom come
Yourself in truth the only one

Byzantium
Ruins lit by history’s sun
Thy will be done
Holy Land’s Bible Gun

Words by Peter Greatorex. Copyright (c) D & G Music 1993.