Ritual of mourning No praying in his faith a heathen is rejoicing No God, so there's no grace How can he understand this when war is at each hand? Rejecting all mysteries He just won't see... that saved, he can be Forgive the heathen -he's asleep now All that he can do of him I'll ask- Is your soul worth the price to pay? Well, finally discovered when he looked upon your face The melodies that kept him from dying in this place (more and more) What it really comes to is the passion that we shared In this fight I gave everything and I never held anything back But by the time he found this out I had walked away I had moved on to another place and another day - it was too late. What are his chances now? What can I do? I'm confessing here as I'm waiting for you - Yes, I'm waiting for you… with this hymn for a heathen. Can you hear me now? Won't you please hear me now? All I'm praying for is a heathen. Lord, he's not the same man now He can't hear you anymore... 'cause his old ways - his old ways are gone...