[male
vocals] (
Slow,
heavy
bass
line) (
Sustained
organ
chords)
Yeah...
they
look
at
the
mountain.
They
look
at
the
man.
But
they
cannot
see
what
the
spirit
sees.
Ooh,
Lord
have
mercy.
Up
where
the
thin
air
kisses
the
grey
stone
A
man
sits
silent,
watching
the
world
alone
He
sees
the
shadows
dancing
before
they
arrive
He
feels
the
heartbeat
of
the
land
come
alive
He
walks
through
the
village,
a
humble
light
But
they
blind
their
eyes
to
his
second
sight
They
call
him
a
warlock,
a
man
of
the
dark
They
aim
at
his
spirit,
they
shoot
for
the
mark
He
warns
of
the
fire,
he
warns
of
the
dry
They
just
laugh
at
the
man
beneath
the
open
sky.
A
prophet
on
the
peak,
they
treat
him
like
a
ghost
Ignored
by
the
many,
betrayed
by
the
host
He
sees
the
sorrow
coming
in
the
morning
tide
While
they
keep
their
secrets
and
their
foolish
pride
Oh,
the
mountain
holds
the
truth
you
refuse
to
hear
But
soon
the
hungry
harvest
will
bring
you
to
your
fear.
They
sit
at
their
tables
with
bread
and
with
wine
They
mock
his
warnings,
they
cross
every
line
'Look
at
this
fool,'
they
whisper
in
the
street
'He
smells
of
the
mountain
and
the
dust
on
his
feet'
He
speaks
of
the
famine,
the
crops
turning
grey
They
call
him
a
madman
and
send
him
away
'Go
back
to
your
cave,'
they
shout
at
the
gate
They
think
they
are
masters
of
their
own
bitter
fate
But
the
wind
starts
to
howl
and
the
rivers
run
low
And
the
seeds
in
the
valley
refuse
now
to
grow.
A
prophet
on
the
peak,
they
treat
him
like
a
ghost
Ignored
by
the
many,
betrayed
by
the
host
He
sees
the
sorrow
coming
in
the
morning
tide
While
they
keep
their
secrets
and
their
foolish
pride
Oh,
the
mountain
holds
the
truth
you
refuse
to
hear
But
soon
the
hungry
harvest
will
bring
you
to
your
fear.
Can
you
feel
the
earth
shaking
under
your
feet?
Is
the
silence
of
the
forest
starting
to
retreat?
You
didn't
want
the
truth,
you
wanted
the
lies
Now
look
at
the
hunger
reflected
in
your
eyes
He
tried
to
save
the
harvest,
he
tried
to
save
the
day
But
you
threw
his
mercy
and
his
wisdom
away.
A
prophet
on
the
peak,
they
treat
him
like
a
ghost
Ignored
by
the
many,
betrayed
by
the
host
He
sees
the
sorrow
coming
in
the
morning
tide
While
they
keep
their
secrets
and
their
foolish
pride
Oh,
the
mountain
holds
the
truth
you
refuse
to
hear
But
soon
the
hungry
harvest
will
bring
you
to
your
fear.
He
sits
on
the
peak...
Watching
the
village
burn
in
the
hunger.
He
told
you...
he
told
you
so.
But
the
mountain
is
quiet
now.
Yes,
the
mountain
is
so
quiet
now. (
Fade
out
with
bass
resonance)