The Year Of Our Lord - The Hollowing Of A Quiet Man

guns in the air, thunder spreads across the land
hooves bid for space on the blackest of sands
with reigns clenched in sweaty palms, he rides into the darkest mist
this ancient race of men will fight tonight

the night is filled with promises
young warrior rides through the nightscape
forced to be the bringer of pain
it's too late to call him back

she whispers in his ear
"fate is not what you drew you here"
you're the only one who can keep this night alive
cut these screams with anger

back on the line, explosions light the desert sky
the sun is slowly closing in
gone is the boy who fought to save this sacred land tonight
now his ghost will ride the road beyond

the young warrior, ghost of the nightscape
the merciful create without a reason
your agony, I've never been before down this way

you will be the death of me, but I will wait right here in silence
you will be the death of me, but I will wait right here

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