John Boegehold - Jaws of Heaven lyrics

I. Homesick For The Ashes Weary I was walking A disa**embled man I wandered through creation A ghost upon the land Cloaked in threads of all my lifetimes Deep-stitched into bone Like a tapestry of shadows Acid-etched in stone Longing to remember The day I left the pyre And rose up like a phoenix From a far-off ancient fire Now I'm homesick for the ashes Of the world I've known On a path toward perdition That I'll walk alone II. Words Of War Cold night in a quiet town I found a crowd and stood back as it grew As it grew Echoes of a place in time When a million voices rose anew Words of war spread faster than a prairie fire Through the jaws of Heaven here we go (here we go) For on high the chosen told Tales of old the faithful chose to hear Chose to hear Wake up all your sleeping souls Gather up your guns the end is near Words of war spread faster than a prairie fire Through the jaws of Heaven here we go (here we go (here we go)) Words of war spread faster than a prairie fire Through the jaws of Heaven here we go Marching on to glory in a battle just (in a battle just)

Staring down the devil eye to eye Riding on a pale horse to deliver us (to deliver us) Down into the darkest by and by III. Deep In The Wondering I awoke this morning A lifetime come and gone The ending of a journey My destiny at dawn Yesterday behind me There is only now Every circle that was closing Is opening somehow And it's clear to see the reasons Are woven deep in the wondering Something left to live for Nothing left to prove Fallen saints and angels Watch our every move Shallow ran the river That kept our worlds apart As we fought to feed the hunger In the hollows of our hearts Now it's clear to me the reasons Are woven deep in the wondering The rain's return reveals a future A gathering of souls Once barren fields now green surrounds us Our dreams of home are whole again We're whole again Yesterday behind me There is only now Every circle that was closing Is opening somehow And it's clear to see the reasons Are woven deep in the wondering IV. Whole Again (Instrumental)