Roaming from all tribulation
On the midnight train to Jordan
Roaming
Run! Christian, run!
With women and children in line
To the forest clearing we'll delve
Dreaming of that perfect home by the sun
So bang on the hour of twelve
With knives to their throats they'll depart
Still dreaming of that perfect home by the sun
Run! Christian, run!
With guns to our heads for we know
Leaving
Run! Christian, run!
Wishing for that perfect home by the sun
Suspension of rational movement
That heaven awaits us
Leaving behind all damnation
Postponement
Still dreaming of that perfect home by the sun
The men will then gather behind