Santa Cruz The Wrath Of God Lyrics
THE WRATH OF GOD by Santa Cruz
All about lies in shadow
Boys sleep among the rocks, face up like dead men
The Great Bear's walking on the mountains to the North
A low fire's roaring in the blast, the air's full of the smell of burning charcoal
In the shifting light of a quarter-moon
Voices call from the dark
Like desperate souls in need
I have gray in my hair
I can feel it in the ground
Death's closing on my heels
Like a silent tracking hound
The wrath of God lies sleeping
But all will be known to us
As to every man
Boys sleep among the rocks, face up like dead men
The Great Bear's walking on the mountains to the North
A low fire's roaring in the blast, the air's full of the smell of burning charcoal
In the shifting light of a quarter-moon
Voices call from the dark
Like desperate souls in need
I have gray in my hair
I can feel it in the ground
Death's closing on my heels
Like a silent tracking hound
The wrath of God lies sleeping
But all will be known to us
As to every man