The Hill
Biv
A top the hold of grass
From the hills
The holy sight to last
We come to pass
How far the drums
Take the lives it has
Back from where they found
Fill them with the ground
Death amongst the crown
Fill them with the ground
Days will find their leave
As the dawn to raise
All the good they seek
I've made a part for ease
But never to be seen
Back from where they found
Fill them with the ground
Death amongst the crown
Fill them with the ground
A top the hold of grass
From the hills
The holy sight to last
How far the drums
Take the lives it has
A top the hold of grass