Hallowed Ground - Steve Von Till

I stand exposed

In a barren field

Like a stone

Bled dry

The day star fades

The darkness cools

The fever breaks

My side is clear

A figure forms

Of shining gold

A guiding light

That leads me

To a tree of reckoning

Visions bring

Our name

Lie on

Lie on hallowed ground

A stonecutter face

An idol stare

Calls us to

The river

Ghost of the past

Speak of things

We don’t care

To hear now

The sun bleached planks

Of this old wall

Meet the dust

And cry out

Grandfather’s hands

Blood for us here

Hallowed ground foverer

Bleed on

Bleed on hallowed ground

Bleed on

Bleed on hallowed ground