On a faraway hill
Before the future
Memorialises the spot
Dark, distant crosses
Distant, darkened skies
God dies
It is finished
Eleven men mourn
Not yet understanding
The Sun will come out again
Before the future
Memorialises the spot
Dark, distant crosses
Distant, darkened skies
God dies
It is finished
Eleven men mourn
Not yet understanding
The Sun will come out again
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