Yet He Walks Lyrics

Lead (GMH)

Plantation by moonlight
Unending sea of waving grass
Cold feet thread a cold path
No will, no pulse, only purpose

Oh wearily they stumble on along their way
As in a dream, they glide through the night

But the unearthly silence is soon cut short
By chanting, revelry and the beat of ritual drums

Rise voodoo moon, glitter of putrescence
Plantation at Night, unending sea of grass
Here at the ends of the earth,
Where even stars come to die,
No will, no pulse, only purpose

And yet he walks