Sanoja: David Wilcox. Secret Church.

This great cold steel that bars the way inside
Was molten when the blacksmith was still living
This dead heavy door that's oak by oak
And all the way across is unforgiving
The inscription tall on that pristine wall behind the steel so rusted
Says, 'Love remains to break the chains of those who would dare to trust it'

Meet me here any night there's a secret church
That's gathered by these gates of steel
A gathering of refugees enough to feel
That we're warm inside with our candles in the wind

We're standing on the outside of these walls alone
The secret church feels taller than cathedral stone
The doors may be locked but they're just doors
Come be welcomed into so much more
Come be welcomed into so much more

Then the wind turned strong when the gathering was done
And the chains upon the bars began to falter down to the floor
From the center of the door fell the lock that was placed on the altar
The inscription tall on the pristine wall behind the steel so rusted
Says, 'Love remains to break the chains of those who would dare to trust it'

Meet me here any night there's a secret church
That's gathered by these gates of steel
A gathering of refugees enough to feel
That we're warm inside with our candles in the wind

As we're standing on the outside of these walls alone
The secret church feels taller than cathedral stone
The doors may be locked but they're just doors
Come be welcomed into so much more
Come be welcome, come be welcomed into so much more