On The Mountain Tall

(álbum: Notos - 2017)

On the mountain tall
Whisper to me words in a voice so small
Like the one that to Elijah called
Quiet as a candle and bright as the morning sun

Though the fire and wind
Shattered down the hills with a rage unbent
And a fear that shook the firmament
He was not within them, the clatter of brass and drums

I know you want me to be afraid
I know you want me to love you
I know you want me to be afraid
I know you want me to love you

Still the wild wind blows
Up out of the grave of an angry ghost
Firing bricks from broken canon and prose
To build a wall so high it reaches the heavens in the sky

I know you want me to be afraid
I know you want me to love you
I know you want me to be afraid
I know you want me to love you

Still you beat your drums
Raising holy war with every strum
Shouting down the quiet kingdom come
Brushing at your fingers, hoping you'll come around