Chords for Chuck Girard "The Warrior"

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_ _ _ _ [D] There's a low _ _ [C#m] cry from _ [A] the heaven, _ _ _ _ as [D] the wind rubs [C#m] the skin of _
[F#m] the tree.
_ The _
_ _ [G] thunder _ [F#m] splits the sky as [E] the silent [C#m] warrior dies,
[D] and the spirit [C#m] rips the veil _ [F#m] as the wind slows [F#] to a breeze.
_ _ _ There's [D] a long rush [C#m] _ _
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_ _ as [D] the wind _ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _
[F#m] _ dreams, _ _ _
_ [G] and the heavens [F#m] fill with rage [E] as they close the final [C#m] page. _ _
[D] It was written, [C#m] now it is finished, _ [F#m] and it will last throughout [F#] the ages.
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[F#m] _ _ The Red Drops
The red drops dripping slowly down [E] as they sink into the earth [F#m] below.
_ _ Mixing with the wetness from the rain above, [E] it was sunny just a moment [F#m] ago.
_ [G] The precious drops [F#m] of his lifeblood flow [E] down the brow of his battered [F#m] face.
_ [E] You'd think you were looking [C#m] at a nasty dream [D] from the bottom [C#m] of the depths [F#m] of space. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Was a moment in time when the world stood still as [E] the plan took its final [F#m] course.
All the darkness from the past and the woe to come [E] were defeated in the [F#m] final divorce.
[G] As the scripture read, [F#m] his side was pierced, [E] still there came no cry [F#m] of pain.
[E] For his spirit was in flight [C#m] to its rightful home [D] as the [C#m] last of his [F#m] lifeblood drained.
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_ _ _ _ There's [D] a long cry _ [C#m] _
_ from _ [A] the heavens _ as _ [D] the wind blows [C#m]
skin by _ [F#m] _ skin.
And _ _ _ [G] the early light [F#m] of day _ [E] shines its early morning [C#m] _ _ _ [D] on two silent figures [C#m] there as they [F#m] roll the stones [F#] away. _
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