dark hills He breaks bread with beggars and thieves When I cry out in this darkness When I fall down on my knees When He walks the dark hills When He walks the dark hills
Tradução: Día de fuego. Los Montes Negros.
Chorus:] They say Jesus walked the dark hills He broke bread with beggars and thieves If I cry out in this darkness, if I fall down on my knees If He walks the dark hills
children to the hill : the enclosure to the shore every brave able hand Sons of ours afar in foreign land their swords will be missed on this fateful day
Son of hell betrayer of light king of the dark your name is carved on my steel for your will the innocent die every day but my sword will soon come
learn to accept that There's a part of my life that will go away Dark is the night, cold is the ground In the circular solitude of my heart As one who strives a hill
their rains we slayed dry like a fire would So the bottom of my fears Is that the girl might just disappear But that'll be the death of me The day she
: [police radio] [humming] [U-God] Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats
world from my dark hill Where everybody left their king There wasn't pain, the blood never touched the ground from that day But I was sure that one day
or learn to hope? Get back on your way at the end of the day Under the fire and the rain The whole big bloody parade
*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
in making their way back home The frost and the fire goes East winds and winter snows Sun upon the daffodils Dancing on the verdant hills Lambs in the
make a sound or croak Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat Everyday all day this be the hard way Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day
morning, as soon as the dark clouds lift Yes, I'm leaving in the morning, just as soon as the dark clouds lift I'm breakin' the roof, set fire to the
better learn to accept that There's a part of my life that will go away Dark is the night, cold is the ground In the circular solitude of my heart As one who strives a hill
for the shores of Valinor our bows and crimson sails were made Our captains were strong and our lances long and our liege the holy king Well the hills
high on the funeral hill Wait the witches at the feast For the first winter's day
rains we slayed dry like a fire would So the bottom of my fears Is that the girl might just disappear But that'll be the death of me The day she's just
