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Mother of Mercy 
  
Sitting waiting in the falling rain 
Getting ready to begin again 
  
Wounded lying, crying, bodies moving, dying 
All around there is the smell of death and fire 
  
Here the planes are coming 
Hear the soldiers running 
Killing on a scale to comprehend 
  
Why are we here 
In this place...here to kill 
Please God forgive us for 
What we have done 
  
I always thought I was doing right 
As of now I'm not feeling so sure 
  
I'm at a place of where 
I give no grace 
I'm a soldier of war 
  
I sit waiting for my darkest hour 
To come 
I cannot think about the things 
That I have done 
It shouldn’t take a fool to see that I believe 
Accept the consequence, repent for what I’ve done 
  
You tell me what is certain but I’ll tell you what is true 
You tell me what is honesty, when all around is death and cruelty 
The making of a man is fire, not giving into our desires 
Within the truth it lies within the only thing 
  
Mother of Mercy 
Angel of death desire 
Mother of mercy 
Taking my last breath, of fire 
Mother of mercy 
Angel of pain 
Mother of mercy 
Taking my last breath 
  
Some say you are a lost cause, some say you're a saint 
Just being here's an act of suffering and restraint 
Walk down the long dark road to ruin and panic not 
I’ll die a lonely death of 
That I'm certain of 
  
Rivers flow with blood there's nowhere left to hide 
It’s hard to comprehend there's anyone left alive 
Sick of all the killing and the reek of death 
Will god tell me what religion is to man 
I don't hold with bad religion understand what's underneath it 
Now I come to think of it, I just don't hold at all you know it 
You say you are a holy man, but what is it you do 
From where I stand is nothing but a hollow man I see 
  
Mother of Mercy 
Angel of death desire 
Mother of mercy 
Taking my last breath, of fire 
Mother of mercy 
Angel of pain 
Mother of mercy 
Taking my last breath 
  
Mother of Mercy 
Angel of death desire 
Mother of mercy 
Taking my last breath, of fire 
Mother of mercy 
Angel of pain 
Mother of mercy 
Drawing my last breath 
  
I'm just a lonely soldier fighting in a bloody hopeless war 
Don't know what I'm fighting, who it is, or what I'm fighting for 
Thought it was for money, make my fortune, now I'm not so sure 
Seem to just have lost my way 
  
  
Isle Of Avalon 
  
I can hear them floating on the wind 
Immortal souls their weeping saddens me 
Mother earth you know your time is near 
Awaken lust the seed is sown and reaped 
  
Through the western isle I hear the dead awaken 
Rising slowing to the court of Avalon 
The cauldron of the head of Annwyn laced with envy 
Dark around its edge with pearl and destiny 
  
All my days I've waited for the sign 
The one that brings me closer to isle of Avalon 
I can feel the power flowing through my veins 
My heart is beating louder, close to Avalon 
  
I can hear you, can you hear me? 
I can feel you, can't you feel me? 
Fertility Mother Goddess 
Celebration, sow the seeds of the born 
The fruit of her body laden 
Through the corn doll 
You will pray for them all 
  
The image of Mother Goddess 
Lying dormant, in the eyes of the dead 
The sheaf of the corn is broken 
End the harvest 
Throw the dead of the pyre 
  
I hear her crying the tears of an angel 
The voices I hear in my head 
Blessed the fruits are the corn of the earth 
Mother earth holy blood of the dead 
  
[guitar solo] 
  
Mother earth I can hear you 
Sacrifice, now united 
  
Rising levels of the tidal lakes protect them 
Keepers of the goddess in the underworld 
Holding powers of the mystics, deep inside them 
nineteen maidens, guardians of the otherworld 
Mortal conflict born of Celtic legend 
That apart from seven, non-returned from Avalon 
  
Mother earth I can feel you 
My rebirth now completed 
  
Fertility mother goddess 
Celebration, sow the seeds of the born 
The fruits of her body laden 
Through the corn doll 
You will pray for them all 
The image of mother goddess 
Lying dormant, in the eyes of the dead 
The sheaf of the corn is broken 
End the harvest, throw the dead on the pyre 
  
To have the belief of others 
Looking for the Isle to 
Show them a sign 
Fertility of all mothers 
Stood in silence 
Waiting now for their turn 
  
The gateway to Avalon 
The island where the souls 
Of dead are reborn 
Brought here to die and be 
Transferred into the earth 
And then for rebirth 
  
I hear her crying the tears of an 
Angel 
The voices I hear in my head 
Blessed the fruits are the corn 
Of the earth 
Mother earth holy blood 
of the dead 
  
The water in rivers and rhymes 
Rises quickly 
Are flowing and flooding the land 
The sea shall return once again 
Just to hide them 
Lost souls on the Isle of the dead