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Down on hollowed ground

In rosy dawn

Is where we stand

A divine right

Until the cows come home

In quietude

Let nature take its course

To get its second wind

A second wind

Hear me cry

You took it out of my hand

Whatever disposed you?

Claiming my savage land

Conjuring spirits

And wish for peace

Was all our hope

But you just shook your head

Enshrouded in secrecy

To start our agony

Went rack and ruin

Before first light

Before first light

Hear me cry

You took it out of my hand

Whatever disposed you?

Claiming my savage land

My holy land

My holy land