Artch - Another Return To Church Hill Lyrics
Once upon a time in a land afar, on some deserted hillThere stood a church all black - made of steelAt high-noon every Sunday on the hill the old hermit would preach"Welcome to Church-Hill my friends - have no fearCome near... 'Cause I am the light"All the bad things you have done in your life could come realNow is the time to regret.Did you murder or steal?This is your chance there'll be no returnThose who will fall - will burn!The mocked - at lepers the crippled and blindAll did heed his callThey marched in troops of hundreds to Church-HillTo hear him preach to share his anguishThere was fire in his eyes, as the troops of hundreds multipliedGimmie your souls and I promise you heaven or hellStories of fortune and fame the old hermit tellMoved by his tales and inspired at the end of the dayHis army of losers kneeled before him to pray[CHORUS:]We're made by the (it's another return)Yes made by the Church-HillWe are reborn, (it's another return)Forevermore - Church-Hill.Soon his army of crippled and poorSpread out to the valleys down below - terrorizingHustlin' intruding, spreading fearRapin' and stealing - no life was spearedIn the name of Church-Hill - the troops still marched onWhen the church bell rang together they sang ...[CHORUS:]In the mist of the morning bloodlust was in their eyesEncouraged by their master they roared their battle-cries"United we will conquer, divided we shall fallit's all for one - yes, and one for all"
