Steve Von Till Hallowed Ground
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
