The Hill Of Crosses

Sol Invictus

Beneath the sun, a peasant heart 
A land where bitter armies marched 
But here even serpents have their day 
Crosses and flowers bloom and stay
 
Past our pain and our losses 
when we climb the hill of crosses 
March through death to where love is 
When you climb the hill of crosses
 
Murder turns the sky to rust 
Children's faces crumble to dust 
Tyrants wax and tyrants wane 
The tree bends but still remains
 
Past our pain and our losses 
when we climb the hill of crosses 
March through death to where love is 
When you climb the hill of crosses
 
Cross-crowned with the sun's rays 
They tore it down but it grew again 
With Motherland blood grows the grain 
Rye waves and harvest will come again
 
Past our pain and our losses 
when we climb the hill of crosses 
March through death to where love is 
When you climb the hill of crosses...