ghost, in a thousand men host Prepare for the battle, all you saw was their shadows Solomon's thought, was hit on fort, swords drawn The king in the back
, orphans Trying to dismiss those pioneering their fortunes You're a spectacle Pushin for pedagogue lacin up paper weights walkin on stilts talking You touched the hand
Xerxes, thrice you have summoned the besieged and benighted vista of Hyperborea... now pay heed, for the final battle is at hand! [Chapter 7: The Last
fleet soon to land in the dark grey haze glimmering sharp steel is drawn the swelling sails nearer now : stand and fight every man Ride through the forest : past mountains
woman's hand, Said, "Here's a ring, it cost a grand." She said, "That ain't enough." Then she ran upstairs to pack her bags While a horse-drawn taxi waited
your hand slipped from my hair Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow I saddle up my red roan I ride deep into the mountains along a
a hill When a bright light descended and it spread o'er the land Jesus stood on the mountain and He held out His hand Then He came down from the mountain
s Winter-fall Red skies are gleaming, oh Sea-gulls are flyin' over Swans are floatin' by Smoking chimney-tops Am I dreaming Am I dreaming? The nights draw
sun You in your life, me in mine We have begun Here we stand and without speaking Draw the water from the well And stare beyond the plains To where the mountains
Gotta draw the line without delay Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred Ancient life will fade away Over the hill they go, killing another mountain
thing about Can you, can you see it, can you See the mountains darken yonder Black sun rising, time is running out Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand
about Can you, can you see it, can you See the mountains darken yonder Black sun rising, time is running out Sacrifice to vice or die by the hand of
winter-fall Read skies are gleaming, oh Sea-gulls are flyin' over Swans are floatin' by Smoking chimney-tops Am I dreaming Am I dreaming...? The nights draw
year's man, an hour has gone by and he has not moved his hand. But everything will happen if he only gives the word; the lovers will rise up and the mountains
last year's man, an hour has gone by and he has not moved his hand. But everything will happen if he only gives the word; the lovers will rise up and the mountains
curtain has been drawn To lay to waste this land, to me It's like the beauty of the breakin' of the dawn And as a black hand swept across the earth I
