We stand not solitary on this world Old songs drum in our veins Generations of Man before me Nod and speak somewhere inside my words
HereThey live ...In my blood
lead: Peter
I hear voices in the rich streams of my life Cries and sobs, warnings and shouts Whispers that know not of their life That continues in the corridors of my flesh...
HereThey live ...In my blood
The flash of memory that never happened Precognition of the pattern yet to come I see the green breast of new world The touch of hot sand under my feet
lead: Mauser
I was not there at the fall of Rome Yet I taste the sound of the fire And detect the sadness of the heart That wept when their life fell apart
HereThey live ...In my blood
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