Santa Cruz - THE WRATH OF GOD lyrics

All about lies in shadow Boys sleep among the rocks, face up like dead men The Great Bear's walking on the mountains to the North A low fire's roaring in the blast, the air's full of the smell of burning charcoal In the shifting light of a quarter-moon Voices call from the dark Like desperate souls in need I have gray in my hair I can feel it in the ground d**h's closing on my heels Like a silent tracking hound The wrath of God lies sleeping But all will be known to us As to every man