[male
vocals] (
Deep,
resonant
humming) (
Slow,
steady
heartbeat-like
drum
pulse) (
Soft
cinematic
strings
swell)
You
carry
a
light
that
the
world
cannot
touch.
It
is
quiet,
yet
it
shifts
the
atmosphere.
There
is
a
spirit
within
that
no
man
can
fake.
You
do
not
need
to
shout,
for
the
power
is
awake.
It
is
calm
like
the
ocean,
deep
like
the
sea,
A
presence
that
ripples
through
the
history
of
thee.
You
walk
in
a
silence
that
rattles
the
soul,
Taking
back
the
pieces
that
once
were
not
whole.
They
try
to
mimic,
they
try
to
copy
the
flame,
But
they
wither
away
when
they
speak
your
name.
For
the
light
that
you
carry
is
divine
and
it's
true,
No
one
can
dim
what
the
Master
put
through.
It's
a
mark
on
your
spirit,
a
seal
on
your
heart,
Setting
you
levels
and
worlds
apart.
Oh,
the
fire
is
burning,
the
anointing
is
real,
A
power
that
only
the
broken
can
feel.
Your
presence
alone
pulls
the
masks
from
their
face,
Exposing
the
envy,
the
lack
of
your
grace.
They
watch
from
the
shadows,
they
whisper
in
fear,
Because
your
very
shadow
makes
their
motives
appear.
You
don't
chase
the
respect,
you
just
draw
it
in
near,
The
wisdom
you
carry
makes
the
path
crystal
clear.
It
came
from
the
battles,
the
long
wilderness
night,
The
breaking,
the
molding,
the
struggle
for
light.
For
the
light
that
you
carry
is
divine
and
it's
true,
No
one
can
dim
what
the
Master
put
through.
It's
a
mark
on
your
spirit,
a
seal
on
your
heart,
Setting
you
levels
and
worlds
apart.
Oh,
the
fire
is
burning,
the
anointing
is
real,
A
power
that
only
the
broken
can
feel.
What
irritates
them
is
not
the
work
that
you
do,
It’
s
the
glory
of
God
that
is
shining
through
you.
The
mark,
the
choice,
the
destiny’
s
call,
You’
re
standing
tall
while
the
others
might
fall.
Pemprah
pemprah
nanaa,
let
the
truth
be
known,
You’
re
harvesting
seeds
that
the
heavens
have
sown.
For
the
light
that
you
carry
is
divine
and
it's
true,
No
one
can
dim
what
the
Master
put
through.
It's
a
mark
on
your
spirit,
a
seal
on
your
heart,
Setting
you
levels
and
worlds
apart.
Oh,
the
fire
is
burning,
the
anointing
is
real,
A
power
that
only
the
broken
can
feel.
Hallelujah,
the
light
remains.
Pemprah
pemprah
nanaa. (
Music
fades
with
a
powerful,
lingering
brass
chord)
Steady
and
strong.
God’
s
mark
upon
you.
Forever.