The Hill - BIV

A top the hold of grass

From the hills

The holy sight to last

We come to pass

How far the drums

Take the lives it has

Back from where they found

Fill them with the ground

Death amongst the crown

Fill them with the ground

Days will find their leave

As the dawn to raise

All the good they seek

I’ve made a part for ease

But never to be seen

Back from where they found

Fill them with the ground

Death amongst the crown

Fill them with the ground

A top the hold of grass

From the hills

The holy sight to last

How far the drums

Take the lives it has

A top the hold of grass