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Born, far away
Days of old
My thoughts stray
To hills of gold
My road home

In my heart of hearts
I know it's gone
I want to turn away
From this old

hills glowing green
On repeat
Perpetually

And I wonder as I
Stand there in awe
Can darkness creep by
And tear us apart
If we don't let love
Reign in our

can only be broken by light
And there is no light that can break your spirit
The hills are burning
And there is no light that can break your spirit

I Am

Diffuser

Injury Loves Melody

2001

hanging by a thread, and watch me as I hung

I am faith, I am hate, I am no one but me
I am rage, I am shame, I am someone to be

Rome is on top

mentions the weather can
Make or break your day
Nobody ever seems to remember life is a game we play

We live in the shadows and we had the chance and threw

darkened sin

Words of peace I find, though faith's confined
In the pages old, stories often told
New day breaks free, casting light on me
Crafted by those

The world is covered by the shadows
Where to have faith means blindness.
The clergy sells hope in exchange for power.
They control people through

I went out to the green sunlit hills to melt the freeze crawling through my chest
And there amidst a sunlit green apple grove
A robin's birdsong drew

the hills of Idaho
But the heart of the Appaloosa never died

In the winter came the crowned ones near frozen in the cold
Bringing firearms and spyglasses

In this light, we've all been given
To shine so bright, out of the shadows
Let it out, let the joy start livin'
Walk by faith, not just by the meadows

Down by the river, where the water never die
The losing indian is prayng to the sky
He sings an old song, "bout the spirits of the hills
His father's

gold

When the wanting is sated and the incense is faded
And icons in alcoves condemn from the shadows
Of candles untented, and God is offended
By all

The ordinary devices of an industrial age 

Engines, cannons, presses, threshers, and drills 
Make haste for the scrapyard beyond the hill 
Locomotives whistle

leaving only hate
Mired 
in the 

Depths of shadow and remorse
Clinging to fleeting reward

Dark night
(Looming)
Abyss
(Entombing)
Surrounded by voices

from your bones.

Demons on the hill stand still,
Possessing the powers to rape your mind
and leave you at your end.
Plagued with the shadow that

of the absolute
Useless to repent
What is the cost of paradise
A living death of righteous lies
Shackled by a mindless faith
Lamenting in vain
falling deep

Children of Paradise

Justin Hayward

The View from the Hill

1996

still climbing up that hill
And all we need to sustain us
Is love of love, the light of life
And the faith to know we can heal
Like children

Through

than hell
Staring back at me is a stranger in the mirror
My hands are trembling, overcome by fear


Out Of the Shadows and into the light
I walk a lonely

heavens,
Lifted by, His word
And fastened, there for ever:
Let them praise the Lord!

Princes and all people,
Rich and poor the same, 
Men and women, young

suppose when miss the note that sounds much better
I see them working on a lot but put an effort
And faith in shit don't mean the same that faith in better

Jerusalem will fall, under crimson rain
In the siege of the sacred, where faith and pain

Templars and crusaders, with fervor in their eyes
Driven by

Hellish torments shut off the compassionate feeling
Unknowing people
Wake up in the dawn without light 
The faith is sealed by  the shadows

acting like a fool
Conjure me, into a world where chaos only rules
I see the serpents of the shadow realm
As they surround my soul
I cross dominions

Life so 
crmed and dangerous
Left to 
Drown in treatments
clways 
Have to wonder
If ill make it 
Losing faith
In meaning 
Hope is 
clways leave 
Only