THE WARRIOR (Chuck Girard)

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There's a long, low cry from the heavens
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As the wind blows the skin right off the trees
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And the thunder splits the sky, as the silent warrior dies
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And the Spirit rips the veil, as the wind slows to a breeze

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There's a long, low cry from the heavens
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As the wind blows the skin right off the trees
        G                   F#m             E              C#m
And the heavens filled with rage, as they closed the final page
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It was written, now it is finished and it will last througout the ages

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The red drops dripping slowly down as they sink into the earth below
F#m
Mixing with the wetness from the rain above,
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It was sunny just a moment ago
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The precious drops of his lifeblood flow,
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Down the brow of his battered face
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You'd think you were looking at a nasty dream
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From the bottom of the depths of space
F#m
Was a moment in time when the world stood still,
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As the plan took its final course
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All the darkness from the past and the woe to come
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Were defeated in the final divorce
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As the scripture read, his side was pierced
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Still there came no cry of pain
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For his spirit was in flight to it's rightful home
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As the last of his lifeblood drained






           D        C#m          A
There's a long, low cry from the heavens
        D              C#m                F#m
As the wind blows the skin right off the trees
         G             F#m              E             C#m
And the early light of day, shines it's early morning rays
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On two silent figures there, as they roll the stone away

©1977 Dunamis Music