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Fallen
03:57
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The fog has gone and the dawn is breaking now
Sweat turns red upon your face
And you can feel the fear twisting its jagged knife
No harvest in these fields so that you can survive
The killing pulled you to this ground
Guns blazing around you
Deafening with their sounds
Ooo...clouds are gathering
Rain is falling with your mother's cries
The lilac blooms lie across the open page
The words are heavy in the air
All prayers to our Father - has he foresaken this place?
The lion soon will come to this battle that we face
The killing pulled you to this ground
Guns blazing around you
Deafening with their sounds
Ooh...clouds are gathering
Rain is falling with your mothers cries
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What you carved in stone I'd held to be my own
When your love was close to me
I felt the silent stare of eyes that I claimed to share
When your love was close to me
And I found that you were leaving soon
You couldn't stay
The cruel hand of destiny
Was taking you away
And there was nothing I could do
To keep you here
Nothing good that I could say
To keep you near
All the things you said echo here inside my head
Since your love was close to me
You'd said that you were leaving soon
You couldn't stay
The cruel hand of destiny
Was taking you away
And there was nothing I could do
To keep you here
Nothing good that I could say
To keep you near
So the fires burn - the eagles soar with the sun
And all the waves crash into the sea
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Across The Bridge
05:06
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Soft, the rain, that falls upon the ground
The lightest touch of sound
You grasp your cloak
As we move towards the brae
And vanish in the haze
Across the bridge in the blazing summer light
Our men take up the fight
There's hopes and dreams
To make the final plain
And never fight again
Here in this shelter we will stay for a while
But soon they'll be looking for us
So before the dawn we'll start on our way
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4. |
Eliah's Sonnet
04:05
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Butterflies and a poet's song
A country fair all summer long
No winds breaking this sleep-inducing air
Colours blend in endless shades
Painted by the morning rays
The apple blossom drops upon the ground
You read the words of the simple sonnet
I feel the presence in my bones
And you can see the prettiest sunshine
Coming through those trees by the lane
Eliah can I steal your soft hands?
Wont you read those words once again?
Farmer takes his mid-day meal
Sitting by his tractor wheel
The field he ploughs seems to never end
Falls asleep to the humming bees
That weave themselves into his dreams
I wonder if he'll ever wake at all?
You read the words of the simple sonnet
I feel the presence in my bones
And you can see the prettiest sunshine
Coming through those trees by the lane
Eliah can I steal your soft hands?
Wont you read those words once again?
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Waters Flow
08:00
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Sacred King
05:41
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We feel the warmth of the summer breeze
Rise through the vale
See the dancing lines of heat-haze fields
Their colours gold and pale
Coming closer now with their heads held high
The riders have returned
And through the air I feel a stir...
Bring your Sacred King back to this land
Hold fast the faith of all those who take a stand
Help us to break this darkness while we can
Moving through the fields as we reach the plains
The sun beats down
And I see the smoke rise in ghostly plumes
There's bodies all around
I can't take this pain but I have to stand
With all those who know
A hundred thousand faithful souls
Bring your Sacred King back to this land
Hold fast the faith of all those who take a stand
Help us to break this darkness while we can
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7. |
The Whitest Stone
04:02
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And so she sings the 'Song of morning'
White light fills the scented air
And the words of all the faithful prophets -
Well, they sound so fair...
This is the whitest stone
The city that they spoke of
We've come back to our home
Ripened fruits of summers harvest
Ephahs of grain upon the ground
And the Lord who takes his throne before us
Wears His sovereign crown
This is the whitest stone
The city that they spoke of
We've come back to our home
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8. |
He Weaves A Strange Art
04:39
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In that song he weaves a strange art
The truth of his sonnet reaches my heart
Never through this storm but the time will be soon
I'll find all those feelings he hides in his rooms
Through these flames we run and we crawl
The letters of his love reach to my soul
Coming to the edge of this ocean in blue
His words fall around me but their meanings are true
In that song he weaves a strange art
The truth of his sonnet reaches my heart
Never through this storm but the time will be soon
I'll find all those feelings he hides in his rooms
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9. |
The Gathering
03:06
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