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Against my will to these sad shores
An unknown force has drawn me
Bound unto a future shaped by ancestors before me
Day on day I march the beat to someone else's drum
I have searched far foreign lands
There's nowhere left to run

Impending storm rise up rise up
Oh demons, I shall shame you
Look down the barrel of my gun
And one by one, I'll name you
Day on day my brothers leave
Go marching off to war
Yet we never understand for what we're fighting for

Ubi caritas et amor
Ubi caritas
Deus ibi est

Worldly desires and worldly gains
Designed for worldly men
I'm a master of the heart
With ears and hands to lend, oh
Soldiers come and soldiers go
Some changed by love for thee
A circle in the chain of life all fighting to be free

Ubi caritas et amor
Ubi caritas
Deus ibi est

So come my lord and we shall dance
To God's own private drum, oh
Sweet Jesus and the holy vine
The afterlife to come
Day on day I march the the beat
To someone else's drum
I have searched far foreign lands
There's nowhere left to run

Ubi caritas et amor
Ubi caritas
Deus ibi est
Against my will to these sad shores   An unknown force has drawn me   Bound unto a future shaped by ancestors before me   Day on day I march the beat to someone else's drum   I have searched far foreign lands   There's nowhere left to run      Impending storm rise up rise up   Oh demons, I shall shame you   Look down the barrel of my gun   And one by one, I'll name you   Day on day my brothers leave   Go marching off to war   Yet we never understand for what we're fighting for      Ubi caritas et amor   Ubi caritas   Deus ibi est      Worldly desires and worldly gains   Designed for worldly men   I'm a master of the heart   With ears and hands to lend, oh   Soldiers come and soldiers go   Some changed by love for thee   A circle in the chain of life all fighting to be free      Ubi caritas et amor   Ubi caritas   Deus ibi est      So come my lord and we shall dance   To God's own private drum, oh   Sweet Jesus and the holy vine   The afterlife to come   Day on day I march the the beat   To someone else's drum   I have searched far foreign lands   There's nowhere left to run      Ubi caritas et amor   Ubi caritas   Deus ibi est