The Riders of Rohan - Howard Shore

My arms are tired and weary These wounds are on full display I've tried every door in the hallway There's just no where that I feel safe I see the light but never find the surface I don't know if I can swim no more White knuckles and wild horses One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore I'm lost in the waves that crush me They bring discovery where darkness hides Just over the ridge in front of you Another mountain that you'll have to climb I see the light but never find the surface I don't know if I can swim no more White knuckles and wild horses One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore We're a child in the car asleep In the driveway at night Our mother's gonna slowly sneak Our body inside We can rest in the arms of trust There's no way that we can say We've earned our way into light All we have to do to is stay I see the light but never find the surface I don't know if I can swim no more White knuckles and wild horses One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore One day we'll wash up on mercy's shore I've been battling a broken heart Everybody knows I'm torn apart Since I was eight years old and I thought that God was a girl in my school If we can wind up on a sandy beach Breathing air that only death can reach And singing songs that only heaven leaves It's okay with me And God is wanting us to make believe But knowing something is only a dream Like the absolutes and the in-between Are out of line, sometimes, intertwined, behind A mind, in line, and fights that only fools are still trying to fight

Your hills and dales And flowery vales That lie near the Moorlough Shore Your vines that blow by Borden's grove May I never see you more Where the primrose blows And the violet grows Where the trout and salmon play With my line and hook, delight I took To spend my youthful days Last night I went to see my love To hear what she might say To see if she'd take pity on me Lest I might go away She said, I loved an Irish lad And he was my only joy And ever since I saw his face I have loved that soldier boy Well perhaps your soldier lad is lost Sailing over sea of Maine Or perhaps he is gone with some other one May I never see him again Well, if my Irish lad is lost He's the one I do adore And seven long years I'll wait for him By the banks of the Moorlough shore And seven long years I'll wait for him By the banks of the Moorlough shore

How I've stalked you in the shadow of the night Disguised as a gentleman a hungry ever patient wolf Clothing himself in sheep's flesh Capturing bits and pieces of your scent Savoring the hunt salavary glands Flowing like the rivers of the nile Building my appetite I watch you as you crawl through your days Such a low life organism a wretched skin trader How you wallow like a fucking swine in self disgust Forfeit to lust In self disgust Forfeit to lust The only way you acquire happiness It's fulfilled by filling every orifice Basking in lust Betrayed by any common mans' trust How can you feel at all Atoning for who you really are Opening times of the past Digging in reopened scars The burning memories how they last Count the numbers make the marks Painting pictures with your blood I'll show the world just who you You will die by example Mutilated torn the fuck apart Exposed to the world for who you really are Mutilated torn apart Exposed to the world for the piece of shit you are How I've stalked you in the cover of the night Disguised as a gentleman a hungry ever patient wolf Clothing himself in sheep's flesh Capturing bits and pieces of your scent Savoring the hunt You've brought this upon yourselves Coldly carefully calculated Grabbing the sharpest object burying it inside Left as art and when they find you They will marvel in the horror I have forged that was your existence You'll soon be forgotten They'll find you face fucked with a knife Face fucked with a knife Face fucked with a knife