So, take my love, take it down
Oh climb a mountain and turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down
And If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well maybe the landslide will bring it down
Oh oh, the landslide will bring it down
Thirsty games.
Toby de Silva - Immortal (2012)
Removed from the catacombs of Rome in the 17th century, the relics of 12 martyred saints were attired in the jeweled regalia of the previous period and reinterred in a remote church on the German/Czech border
The battle of the head and heart
is waged not just in the charge of the troops
and in the throes of the fight.
The cries of war
are also heard
in the quiet peace
before dawn
when the best-laid plans of strategy
are given consideration
and mapped in the mind.
But upon sunrise,
the blinding truth
is laid out on the battlefield
and the reality of the conflict
is realized to exist
far from the violence of combat.
There is no truce to be reached,
no surrender of the flag.
There is no winner or loser,
just the love I have to give.
