The Black Ram
Capo 4
Am G
Am G Am G
I call you now first Rider clasp the wings above the heart
Am G
Altar of smoke and the sycamore
Am G
The cypress grove and the funeral drum
Am G Am G
Arisen of all the distant worlds and the after worlds to come
Am G Am G
Call you next rider copper and thunder eyes
Am G Am G
Halo of the deserts dream pulls the moon through the sky
Am G
Now live those miles and see who stands
Am G
No don’t know no risen Son
Am G
Bind wolf to bone to blood to Man
Am G
Bind me to all of them
Am G Am G
I call you now third Rider I am the arrow that splits your breast
Am G Am G
I tremble though I rise up with you to hunt the last Lioness
Am G
Who swallows tides when no tides come
Am G
Who binds the names to the nameless one
Am G
The Black Ram she does
Am G
The Black Ram she does