Like brimstones straight
From the backroom of hell
Life will hurl its missiles
I shall STAND, still
I shall not be moved
With torrential drops
From the nimbus cloud
I shall be drenched in the rain
Of stolen justices and muffled voices
I shall STAND, still
I shall not be moved
I shall STAND, still
My voice shall soar, still
I shall not be moved
The sun shall rise again
I shall not be moved
My hand shall in halleluya praise
I shall not be moved
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