Come on, get ready This is the spring of our love Come on, get ready Feels like it's ordained from above We have the power To do what we came to do This
On a crystal clear blue morning There is a peace that only you can know It is truth and love and it is always there Even if you fall down Even if you
Tonight, the road has no end And you are my only friend Oh, so I give you my love It's all that I have to give Oh, I give you my love I give you my love
My ammunition won't load into my gun My inhibitions, they fall like the weight from a stone You lead my heart away like a homeless, dusted fool Somehow
It came without warning A love like I ain't ever felt before She's like my destiny calling And she's lying there all naked on the floor And suddenly,
This love has taken a turn My maps are no good now I'm lost in these woods I say, Black Mountain, show me your face Bring on the oblivion of your sweet
Gonna breathe a whisper, knock you right down to the ground So go ahead, man and say what you came to say The black widow's a spider, the black widow
I wanted a mountain, you gave me a sea I wanted a hurricane, you gave me a breeze I wanted to run, made me stand there and breathe I wanted to dream,
Weighin' on your mind like a ball and chain Like a destiny to run from Division in your soul, keepin' you from whole I can't bear to see you crying The
So many people die everyday Who lived everynight without hope Spendin' their time just standin' in line Tuggin' on society's coat So many people live
for trouble I've got those black mountain blues There's a man in black mountain Sweetest talker in the town There's a man in black mountain Sweetest
black mountain Tried to spit in your face Old black mountain Tried to spit in your face Baby's grubbing whiskey Oh, she's practicing Old black mountain
Lippold wanted "To create a memorial Something large enough to walk through Like architecture, linear, in pure experience Otherwise nonfunctional" Like
Mighty and brave is the fighter of shade He's prince of the darklands... Dargor his name Adopted by Vankar, old wizard of Helm disciple of evil he twisted
Not so far from the dragonland where the valleys breathe the smell of dark gate Dargor is marching with the poor Airin there where dark has ruled forever