No Mo-dying
No Mo-crying
Oh, On That Day
I see the Son coming
Thru the clouds
100 million strong
Among the clouds
No Mo-dying
No Mo-crying
Oh, On That Day
My eyes will see, and not another
Earth under my feet
White garments of Righteousness
covering my flesh
Championship belt of gold wrapped
around my waist
Me and my army, we so Victorious
All standing so Glorious
No Mo-dying
No Mo-crying
Oh, On That Day
I can hear the sun rising
Thank you Lord for your Blessing
For giving us the Breath of life again
You caused us to speak
and now we can never go back to sleep
Shalam
Zarach
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