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Service of the Lord
Under this underpass of night,
There's a moth who's lost his way,
There's a moth who's lost his life,
Under this underpass of night,
There's a horrible feeling of grey,
As the skyline fades away.
Someone should have heeded my advice,
And kept well away,
Should have heeded my advice,
Now here's something to state.
One should always engage in the service of the Lord.
Service of the Lord,
Service of the Lord.
In this conservatoire of night,
There's steps that are leading away,
Steps leading towards the light,
Shall I go this way,
Or shall I stay here,
And see what else appears?
But if I don't take this chance,
I might as well disappear.
One should always engage in the service of the Lord.
Service of the Lord,
Service of the Lord.