Lyrics:
I got bags full of memories
Slung across my back
The pass is getting heavier
Slowing my tracks
But I'm a war horse (war horse)
I'm a war horse
War horse carries him and brings him back home again
War horse on the battlefield won't leave him there
To scorch the earth for many generations
A new winter, worse than any
Called the holy war
A white horse on the clouds of death
A red war horse to end
nothing is scary to me
Didn't know if you thought I would become
A storyteller
A wallflower
Or a war horse on the roof
A dusty road at the mercy of my hoofs
the days are counted
And we stare into the face of death
Riding on a war horse
And you are the knight
Of destruction
You were chosen to take lifes
Riding
the Rainbow
And We...
We are the war, war horses
Riding and dying in the same old Fields
We are the war, war horses
Riding and Dying in the same old Fields
my poor soul to be.
Do not speak of the terrible place
that guided your war-horse and your living stake !
We are dancing in circles with the dear
HORSES OF WAR
Brenn Hill/Red Cliffs Press Music (BMI)
Chorus:
Horses of war run against the guns
Arrows in the flanks bullets in the lungs
A sacred
(Psalm 20)
Some trust in chariots
Some trust in war horses
But we know when the battles come
We trust in the name of the Lord our God
We trust in
can't feel a thing
All mournful petal storms are dancing
Inside the very private spring of her head
She's the flowers
But she's also the war horse
She's
Start war, start war
Dark horse, dark horse
Start war, start war
The dark knight arises
With the black on and a cape
We hark hide, they can't find
A hundred plus through black and white
War horse
War head
Fuck 'em, man
White knuckle tight
Through black and white
Oh
On I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Silently to silence fall
In the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead
Where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war
dead
And I see red
A hundred plus through black and white
War horse, warhead
Fuck 'em, man, white knuckle tight
Through black and white
Ooh, on I
Silently to silence fall
In the fields of futile war
Toys of death are spitting lead
Where boys that were our soldiers bled
War horse and war
have eyes
Break the rules if you dare
No matter how many tears you cry
See if they care
White horse conquest
Red horse war
Black horse famine
Plague
dead
And I see red
A hundred plus through black and white
War horse, warhead
Fuck 'em, man, white knuckle tight
Through black and white
Ooh, on I
pest?) in your parasol
You've got a monster (dwarfs) in your parasol (war horse)
You've got a monster (displeasure) in your parasol ?
You've got a hole
war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode back to Camelot.
From
Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls
war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed
On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from
to speak
The footsteps of war's iron horse, a tapestry of panic
Plague and famine run their course
Death's empty eyes are manic
Dispossessed and desperate
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