: Pipe Organ: Chris Brown
they will And I will be this me One day I was humming A simple melody When I heard birds whistling their tunes From high up in the trees My song seemed
ones who are yet to be Some are sinners, some repent Some are never done And then there's those like you and I The unforgiven ones The unforgiven ones
: And when the sun goes down into the sky Together we shall sit and we shall sup And we shall eat, and drink the heady wine O, let us share the overflowing
: Come down to the sinkhole Where the mud is thick and deep Bring your special poison The one that makes you go to sleep Go and pack your bag Make sure
: The slow march of the army The dragging of the boots The laying and the waiting Until someone starts to shoot Where is there this silence, then? This
: And when the rain begins to fall And there's flooding in the streets And everyone is drowning And everyone retreats And if there ever is a time When
: The cards are dealt, the bids are in The faces, poker straight The air is full of smoke and sweat The men are full of hate Rest your tired bones,
: Is the spell really broken? Has the time finally come? Do they see it's an omen? That it's over and done? Have they seen the thing coming? Or do they
: There is no final winner There is no final score The men have left the playing field and play no more The hours have been counted The work is finally
: The kill is fresh, the deed is done You lay down in your bed But sleep won't come, you're still too high And thoughts race through your head And then
: There are those who kneel to worship And beg for clemency There are those who know the hardship Of a conscience that'is not free Some are weary, some
: And back in ages past, when all was dark A whirling chaos raged across the land Survival of the cruelest left their mark And evil came, and shook the
: The cold is here, the woods are full of snow The river with its crusted banks of ice Bespeak of winter drownings long ago The chest pressed tightly