Oh come on, lay your halo down Well angels, lay your arms around Now every city's seen the setting sun Call 'em kicks, you know they just begun So come
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Out in Black Mountain a child will smack your face. I'm saying out on Black Mountain a child will smack your face. The babies cryin' for liquor, and all
Down in black mountain A child will smack your face Down in black mountain A child will smack your face Babies crying for liquor and all the birds sing
Old black mountain Tried to spit in your face Old black mountain Tried to spit in your face Baby's grubbing whiskey Oh, she's practicing Old black mountain
Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like
Mighty and brave is the fighter of shade He's prince of the darklands... Dargor his name Adopted by Vankar, old wizard of Helm disciple of evil he twisted
Not so far from the dragonland where the valleys breathe the smell of dark gate Dargor is marching with the poor Airin there where dark has ruled forever
And there comes a time when you when you aughta know well it's stormy outside so quit, so quit all that runnin' were birds on the street oh the sweat
No, you don't Ever wanna get some place where you cannot believe High up on the sun The howlin' ones High up on the sun Flower, flower train That won'
Absolved forever, into the darkest shades Vanished from the light, to the still calling me Enslaved forever, buried by the blues Where your wounds
Children play softly around the explosions Tearing up shrapnel, wrapped up in clothing And I am left waiting for the doctor to sell Ten thousand one hundreths
Don't run alone on the stadium walls cross the river. Treacherous beasts walk in pairs hand in hand by the shore Wisdom forgot them so they became trouble
Tyrant, you'll be damned by your power and the blood you've split You will die by the sword The violence We Suffer Why you live for? The walls of creation
Oh you can ride the wild wind And find the demons at your door Or you can wear a fresh face With sticky fingers, you want more Yes you could hang for