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Solstice (UK): "White Horse Hill" – 2018

энциклопедия: Solstice (UK)

Состав группы:

  • Richard M. Walker – гитара
  • Rick Budby – ударные
  • Andy Whittaker – гитара
  • Paul Kearns – вокал
  • Ian Buxton – бас

Solstice (UK): "White Horse Hill" – 2018

Композиции:

  1. III
  2. To Sol A Thane
  3. Beheld, A Man Of Straw
  4. White Horse Hill
  5. For All Days, And For None
  6. Under Waves Lie Our Dead
  7. Gallow Fen

Лирика

1. III

(инструментал)

2. To Sol A Thane

None so revered
As the orchard keeper
Whilst his cargo sways heavily.

See now, he's forgotten.
Like all the mute ones when bellies fill.
See now as I spit only contempt for you

For all that weave only
From second hand passions.

Mine is the heart that skips not a single beat
For all your kind.

I am not your kin, I'm not your peer.
You that bear not a thought of your own making..

Ye in panic and ye in retreat
Ye who sing laments of sufferings not yet born.
Your minds collected
Are unfit to engage even one of ours.

Ye who roar surrender in unison
With yet even a whisper of carnage to be anointed.

The wolf with lamb's heart falls in shame.
Having died tasting no blood but his own
Having died a coward.

3. Beheld, A Man Of Straw

Sometimes I realise it's so hard just to do
When I must raise the heart of my soul
I see then it's not when or not who
Just simply that I'm no longer whole.

4. White Horse Hill

Barren lie our homes, our women
Whilst our children fall ill
Idle lie our men, our fields
In the shadow of White Horse Hill

This is how it was once was
How it had been for the decades before
Fields were tilled, then crops borne
Homes were built and families grew
Children nurtured until they bore their own

Our vast fields ran further than any eye could hope to see
and their harvests left no table bare

No matter the storm's ferocity or the how sharp the teeth
Of the coldest wind one went without safety or warmth
Just as our currency was truth
Just as our courts let any man's mind be spoken

And for the longest of times we never knew of any other way
Every man, woman and child here today
Knows of love only through stories and tales
From those old enough to recall but it has long left us

It is a fool's gold that makes rich a man now,
And your truth will buy you only the lonely walk
to our hungry gallows
Few are the children born of love or family

The word of few is law
Those fluent in lie and half-truth
theirs is a poetry of deceit

5. For All Days, And For None

It's only now I see distant ships
Fall to the horizon
What had been here most of my days
Will be here no more

All those things I could have said
In their place are all the things I never will say.
On the ocean and away with its water are you

On the ocean and away with the sails
Is something which I love so dearly
Both are together and gone.

It's the silence that fades fastest
Like the stillness that comes when the water
No longer holds trace of your leaving.

How would you ever know that you are loved
When I never did speak of it
And how would you ever, ever know
When you are so far
far away from me
From love and from me

6. Under Waves Lie Our Dead

With nothing left, worth giving or talking
I hope for some kind of balance
Is it better not to know
To lie here sleep, taken by the flow

It's so hard not to notice you went away
Despite the promise of time to watch over me
To clean my wounds
The journey to surrender is one so complicated
In the midst of so many storms.
Would they still call it defeat
Even though the will to fight has gone?

Sometimes I realise it's so hard just to do;
When I must raise the heart of my soul.
I see then it's not when or not who,
Just simply that I'm no longer whole.

And here I'll ask you to remember me
As I was, rather than I have become
I'll ask that you pass these shores, without stopping
I'll ask only this, as you give yourself to the sea

7. Gallow Fen

Father, do you know how silent a man becomes
When you take his words away? Oh father
Do you know the boy still? I hear him talk of home again...

Oh father, oh father, oh father, do you know?

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