Gods of the Mountain

Grace rising for humankind All the Gods ripe to be assigned Light shining through the first man Who proclaim the rise of divine plan Red sun burning on the face of the Earth And preparing the new God's birth Creatures are coming to the bloody feast And speak the voice of the high priest Sun was turning gold Moon was getting cold Stars were falling down Earth was trembling down Gods of the mountain Sing a song of his sin Blood runs through the vein Here comes again There's a fire burning Hearts of men are turning Look to the Holy One Freedom isn't dead, it's just begun