The graveyard, the graveyard
All full of light
The only age
The beating heart
Is empty of life
Dirt and grass
The shadow hall
The moon sails past
Blood as ice is
An empty crisis
Lonely and last
Whoa-ah-ah-ah ah-ah,
Bring them all back to life
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Roots and lines, roots and lines
Our family tree
Is a home
From there we climb
The Golden Hill,
Call and they will
Eternally I held your hand,
The giant wand
Alto low song
And history
Begins to be
Blue and brown eyes
Whoa-ah-ah-ah ah-ah,
Bring them all back to life
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