The Man on the Hill - Huis

Standing still lifeless like a statue

On a hill swept by the wind

His feet on waves of fiery grass

The man on the hill waits alone

Staring blindly in the distance

Empty emotions fixed expression

The man on the hill stands alone

What he is… needs no company

Scheming to plant the seeds of hate

Overlooking the lands to terrorize

Painting in darkness man’s fate

Clothing himself with his demise

He feels invincible, so powerful

Evading the wrath of the inquisitor

For in his mind, nothing, nothing is too awful

He is legion, he is the conqueror

Hugging this old and mysterious book

Of dark ambitions written in time

Ageless verses from the depth inspired

Sculpting his heart, his blackened soul

He feels invincible, so powerful

Evading the wrath of the inquisitor

For in his mind, nothing, nothing is too awful

He is legion, he is the conqueror

Amen…

But in the end

Over darkness will light prevail?

But in the end

Will he leave behind an empty trail?

But none of this is real, none of this is real

If you simply walk away from the man on the hill

What are you dreaming about

What are you scheming about…