Treloar.
We
stand before the turning tides
Ideas are the blood of lies No matter where you hide
They'll catch and crucify I plan my path to afterlife
Float through the depths of darkest light
You can't see where you'll turn
When you are just as blind
So praise the sun and the holy beliefs My God has given upon me
And they bleed into night A lonely heart at the edge of my reach
To organize the armies and their guns All we have is done
Oh mother tongue please comfort me The language I was born to speak
It's just a dream but I believe That I was born to make them see
Leave it all behind
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