Far Beyond The Foreign Ancient Rain

Silhouetted, formed in a fog gray background, formed in the dark rolling mists of our times,
Step forward all ye Saints, forward toward me - out from inside your early morning rain,
Find your precedence in the presence of the song of the bell which once struck - sounds it's chimes,
And take away the sorrow of our masses, those ill harboured heartaches and our immeasurable pain,

Mighty are the winds that blow with a passion meant to ascribe, and I am not ashamed,
As the far foreign ancient rains rumble and then fall from over the heads of all of us,
Covering our spirit bodies in deeper sadness, stealing us from our tribal, meaningful refrain,
Finding us in the only holy, worthiness march toward our total and valid righteousness,

Far beyond the foreign ancient rain.

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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