Blessed are the longing
For they will call heaven home
Blessed are the mourning
Soon comfort will long no more
But cursed is the man
whose words invite conflict and pain
And cursed are the lips
that murmur and spew the same
Woe! unto him and his kind
Ravaging nations,
placating the blind left behind
Blessed are the seeking
Whose hunger will be replete
Blessed in their mercy
In mercy they're made complete
But cursed is the man
whose actions can only bring harm
And cursed is the hand
that stokes the fires of war
Woe! unto him and his kind
Savagely stalking
and walking in darkness of mind, Woe!
Blessed is the vision
Which sees with a purer heart
Blessed are the peaceful
Whose kindness is set apart
But cursed is the man
who welcomes all manner of strife
And cursed is the fool
who peddles his death with his life
Woe! unto him and unto his kind
Killing, instilling, unwilling to be refined
Woe!
What an album! The only reason the album didn't elevate them straight to stardom is not enough people heard it. Modern classic - from start to finish. c1ch
Allow me to copy Pagan Altar's third album title to describe not only III:Pentecost but the whole discography of Wytch Hazel so far: well, yes, it's Magical and Mythical!!! A must-have for the lovers of 70's hard sound revival. BoneWalker