Oh hide me, would you love?nUntil all have gonenHorsemen riding, shouting, laughingnTo their hunting songnSomber words would feign contentmentnWith eyes half drawnnBut in my secret place the voicesnPush me onnnGo ahead and show yourselfnAs you were born to donTheir fathers killed the prophetsnHallelujah! They're going to kill us toonnMaidens sing at the harvestnChildren dance on the groundnAngels join in the gladnessnThe end will come here soonnAs broken men exalt in their own ruinnnStand by me, would you love?nAs if queen and pawnnWhite or black both sides attacknUntil victory is wonnBut you must choosenTo win you losenAnd when sides are drawnnFrom my secret place the voices push me onnnGo ahead reveal yourselfnAs you were born to donTheir fathers killed the prophetsnHallelujah! They're going to kill us toonnMaidens sing at the harvestnChildren dance on the groundnAngels join in the gladnessnThe end will come here soonnAs humble men rejoice in their own ruinnnStephen, Stephen, tell menWeren't you even scared?nnMaidens sing at the harvestnChildren dance on the groundnAngels join in the gladnessnListen to the most beautiful soundnnCome and join us