(©Thomas Schuber 2008)</p>

As the air grew warmer, the hills were lost to view<br>
From hollows and hillsides our way is winding through<br>
A pleasant stay in merry halls, with evil kept outside by walls<br>
Make haste, make haste, don't waste<br>
The sunlight pouring down, you're walking hollowed ground</p>

Woke up with the light blocked by stone<br>
Cold, confused and most likely alone<br>
Heavy darkness weighing down<br>
alive but six feet underground</p>

Been lazy and caught in the fog<br>
Sleepy in the sun when we better had not<br>
Caught few miles out side the wood<br>
Long before we thought we could</p>

But hidden deep inside it's sleeping the love for your own kind you're keeping<br>
It's so deep down there's still the sound, the big heart of a small man beating</p>

Don't speak, no don't make no sound<br>
There's movement in the darkness around<br>
Crazy whispers stirring fear<br>
Something strange is crawling near</p>

But hidden deep inside it's sleeping the love for your own kind you're keeping<br>
It's so deep down there's still the sound, the big heart of a small man beating</p>

But hidden deep inside it's sleeping the love for your own kind you're keeping<br>
It's so deep down there's still the sound, the big heart of a small man beating<br>
The big heart beating</p>

Now hidden at your side it's sleeping, an old blade that you might be wielding<br>
To old to tell, still sharp as hell, it's bad news for an old foe waiting<br>
The big heart beating</p>

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