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| I'm looking at the dead ground Which my tired feet are trampling on Black for hate and red for blood That my brothers suffered and dropped Here ma Faith and here my God And next to them there is my Hope All buried in a leake of blood Which tears can wash away no more no more... Rit Nor dead men shall rest in peace No, even the graves must bleed And I see a thousand cold stones before my eyes A grey field grown with sorrow I touch them while i'm walking among Praying in the other side joy for them Bridge A night they came, took my family Put all in chains, brought them away Before my eyes, a Gallow's Pole My house in flames, burnt by my hand Then I dig a hole, so I dig my tomb Thrown into this hole, watch stars fade to black 'Till the sun will shine on human sorrow 'Till the sun will shine on me... |