Chords for Tallarn - Original Song

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[C] In hope of refuge from the skies, we bury ourselves inside fragile, shallow _ graves. _
_ Seeking shelter from the fall, pressed palms against the walls, and brave [G] foundations hold.
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By fifty days we've taken all, and the shallow grasp of cold, needs sunlight to touch once more. _ _
Now, in this wasteland to behold, is smitten by the sea of sand, our homes devoid of gold. _ _
Everybody run, everybody run, run, run.
[Bb] Our shadows meet with [G] dimmer torch, everybody hide, everybody hide, hide, hide.
As air threatens to leech light, our souls burn, [C] burn, burn, burn.
[Bb] So like the poisons [G] they've expelled, _ _ new ways to kill I'd never known before.
This is [C] chance, this is insanity, [G] possible to siege or call to stern.
Everything is mine, just like these sky fields.
In metal fiber, in your soft rotunda, [C] I'm stretching it, I'm sketching it, I'm burning.
Blood paints the sand, bones [G] build the floor.
Buried in the dirt, buried in the dirt, waiting.
The air charges us like a hoax.
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[C] To heat up the call of vengeance that unfolds, when secret ambitions unveil [G] fresh-lit throats.
[C] As though sanctioned by the Emperor's own goals, burned by radiant winds, we are gifted [G] our [C] role.
Everybody run, everybody run, run, run.
Confront the forces that take our home.
Everybody [G] hide, everybody hide, hide, hide.
To learn the pain of our admonishment.
[C] Everybody run, everybody run, run, run.
[G] Stem the invasions of our loss.
_ You've met the lines that you [C] will not cross.
_ What once was soldiers, now are ash.
Unwithered, we are foes of sand and glass.
_ _ Peace quits in silence as a _ breeze.
That crosses the dunes without _ _ _ scurrying the rain.
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[C] Everybody run, everybody run, run.
The sea and the air are hidden, creeping through the sand, shining [G] through the winds of the radius.
Guardians of [Fm] the love, they do endure [C] and fade us. _ _ _ _ _ _
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