ARTCH - ANOTHER RETURN TO CHURCH HILL lyrics

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Once upon a time in a land afar, on some deserted hill

There stood a church all black - made of steel

At high-noon every Sunday on the hill the old hermit would preach

"Welcome to Church-Hill my friends - have no fear

Come near... 'Cause I am the light"

All the bad things you have done in your life could come real

Now is the time to regret.

Did you murder or steal?

This is your chance there'll be no return

Those who will fall - will burn!

The mocked - at lepers the crippled and blind

All did heed his call

They marched in troops of hundreds to Church-Hill

To hear him preach to share his anguish

There was fire in his eyes, as the troops of hundreds multiplied

Gimmie your souls and I promise you heaven or hell

Stories of fortune and fame the old hermit tell

Moved by his tales and inspired at the end of the day

His army of losers kneeled before him to pray

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We're made by the (it's another return)

Yes made by the Church-Hill

We are reborn, (it's another return)

Forevermore - Church-Hill.

Soon his army of crippled and poor

Spread out to the valleys down below - terrorizing

Hustlin' intruding, spreading fear

Rapin' and stealing - no life was speared

In the name of Church-Hill - the troops still marched on

When the church bell rang together they sang ...

[CHORUS:]

In the mist of the morning bloodlust was in their eyes

Encouraged by their master they roared their battle-cries

"United we will conquer, divided we shall fall

it's all for one - yes, and one for all"