LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWave Of Sorrow
Heat haze risingOn hell's own hillYou wake up this morningIt took an act of willYou walk through the nightTo get here todayTo bring your childrenTo give them awayOh... oh this cruel sunIs daylight never doneCruelty just begunTo make a shadow of everyoneAnd if the rain cameAnd if the rain cameSouls bent over without a breezeBlankets on burning treesI am sick without diseaseNobility on it's kneesAnd if the rain cameAnd if the rain came... nowWould it wash us all awayOn a wave of sorrowWaveOn a wave of sorrowWhere now the holy cities?Where the ancient holy scrolls?Where now Emperor Menelek?And the Queen of Sheba's goldYou're my bride, you wear her crownAnd on your finger precious stonesAs every good thing now been soldSon, of shepherd boy, now kingWhat wisdom can you bring?What lyric would you sing?Where is the music of the Seraphim?And if the rain cameAnd if the rain came... nowWould it wash us all awayOn a wave of sorrowWaveA wave of sorrowWave.Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirtFor they shall inherit what's left of the earthBlessed are the kings who've left their thronesThey are buried in this valley of dry bonesBlessed all of you with an empty heartFor you got nothing from which you cannot partBlessed is the egoIt's all we got this hourBlessed is the voice that speaks truth to powerBlessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonightShe used what she gotTo save her children's lifeBlessed are you, the deaf cannot hear a screamBlessed are the stupid who can dreamBlessed are the tin canned cardboard slumsBlessed is the spirit that overcomesCesar
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