might like to see it but it never does show Like a wind in the valley that never does blow Like the grass in the back you never did mow It's a black
clear away the mist Feel its caress, feel its embrace, feel its wasting kiss Black mountain mist, take me back again Black mountain mist, come carry me home Black mountain
K-hole at the Dali Seeing the unknown Well it might have been a molly 'Cause my mind's being blown Take the escalator to the next floor Such a strong
care, really don't Which, which way the pressure lies, So I've decided what I'm gonna do now. So I'm packing my bags for the Misty Mountains Where
It's a cold gray shame So, I'm under a mountain Stuck to this mattress Perfume and Valium Oh what a lovely contraction So, I'm under a mountain Stuck
, shadowed mountain, gazing in awe at the stygian, night-cloaked sky, as above me a wondrous flight of ebon dragons soar on vast wings blacker than the
on the wild end of wonder And mother nature's fountain They rode up on the thunder These wild men from the mountains These wild men from the mountains
Absolved forever, into the darkest shades Vanished from the light, to the still calling me Enslaved forever, buried by the blues Where your wounds like
Children play softly around the explosions Tearing up shrapnel, wrapped up in clothing And I am left waiting for the doctor to sell Ten thousand one hundreths
The cold chill hits the night As we're dying for summer Stare out your window To the flickering light Let the sun breathe us in Our bodies are waiting
Don't run alone on the stadium walls cross the river. Treacherous beasts walk in pairs hand in hand by the shore Wisdom forgot them so they became trouble
Young pretty hair, oh how'd you grow there What it is, what it is? Ain't no wonder at all You clung to your cloud and devoured your wealth Like it is
Oh come on, lay your halo down Well angels, lay your arms around Now every city's seen the setting sun Call 'em kicks, you know they just begun So come
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swords held up high The ravens are flying, the One Eyed watches Into the fog shadows appear Falling icons in a holy war Black Mountain Plateaus, the
Out in Black Mountain a child will smack your face. I'm saying out on Black Mountain a child will smack your face. The babies cryin' for liquor, and all
All I need Is right here on my sleeve You get what you get with me, girl You get the grace and the stain Count to three And I'll be on my knees Tryin
I'm a soldier on the field Fighting for you, fighting for me You can see it on our faces Like the bullets leave traces You can feel it for real You can
