All of the fallen on the ground
Hollarin ground
I lay down a shrine and I
Come with the autumn
To tear it down
Orange and brown
And I lay a soft down
For all are waiting
All in line
Brethren bathin'
Bones in brine
Separate your light from lime
Our mortal bind
Under the spell of full November moon
Light on the broom
Frost in my room
In through the window
Came a ghost I knew
She paid me a visit while I was in my bed
Sleepy she said
Sleep as though dead
For in the morning you are called
Is what she said
To the high desert
War is raging
You must go to the battlefield
And follow the cry of men rampaging
And gather the ones that won't heal
Down through a cloud of smoke to the promised land
Many are dead
River runs red
"For my god and for my king" is what he said
I came to my knees with my lips to his ear
My hand to his chest
His wounded breast
For my god and for my king I will not rest
But in the high desert
You are dying
For your god and his ghost and the son
Do not hold to the earth on which you are lying
For the kingdom can never be won
All of the fallen under ground
Hollarin ground
I lay down a shrine and i
Come with the autumn to
Tear it down
Orange and brown
And I lay a soft down
For all are waiting
All in line
Brethren bathing bones in brine
Separate your light from lime
Let go of the earth
I think these are the correct lyrics:
All of the fallen on the ground Hollarin ground I lay down a shrine and I Come with the autumn To tear it down Orange and brown And I lay a soft down For all are waiting All in line Brethren bathin' Bones in brine Separate your light from lime Our mortal bind
Under the spell of full November moon Light on the broom Frost in my room In through the window Came a ghost I knew She paid me a visit while I was in my bed Sleepy she said Sleep as though dead For in the morning you are called Is what she said To the high desert War is raging You must go to the battlefield And follow the cry of men rampaging And gather the ones that won't heal
Down through a cloud of smoke to the promised land Many are dead River runs red "For my god and for my king" is what he said I came to my knees with my lips to his ear My hand to his chest His wounded breast For my god and for my king I will not rest
But in the high desert You are dying For your god and his ghost and the son Do not hold to the earth on which you are lying For the kingdom can never be won
All of the fallen under ground Hollarin ground I lay down a shrine and i Come with the autumn to Tear it down Orange and brown And I lay a soft down For all are waiting All in line Brethren bathing bones in brine Separate your light from lime Let go of the earth