Y La Bamba - Dialect of Faith lyrics

It's the birth of the child hidden from us all Hiding from the only northern star To protect us all From serving all the wrong gods Here comes the child made of gold Travelled from the seven seas Holy savior Arriving from her mother's womb Giving us a tongue to speak Under murky waters we wander With a dialect of faith We face the many faces that our prism holds Crystals from our youth Carved out from our bones Minerals from our ribs pouring from our bleeding side Torn to be complete Crawl down from your mountain Let us hear your words and be triumphant Choose your nation That will serve your ghost Choose your nation That will serve your ghost