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          Em              A        G            A       D
T'was the night of Winter Solstice,    snow was falling down,
Bm                   D                 Em              F#
  a shepherd and his sheep would never make it back to town.
Bm                        G           D                C
   They'd spend the night bedded down upon a windblown hill
D            C                 G       F#       Bm
Haunted by some standing stones which watched over the chill


Em                        A                G            A         D
  The shepherd pulled his coat round tight and gathered close the flock
Bm                D                  Em             F#
  Settled down in drifting snow, his back against a rock
Bm                        G              D(sus4)            C
  He prayed that he'd not die that night on such unhallowed ground
D                    C               G       F#        Bm
  Then from deep within the stone he heard a soft voice sound


        A            F#             Bm      A     G
You may call me Anthracyda, I'm the god of Andras Hill,
F#                     G                     Bm               A
  My children are long gone now, slaughtered at the Christian will
G          Em       Bm               G    Em      F#
  A simple farming village I watched o'er best I  could
Em                F#      Bm      G            A     Bm
  They thanked me for the harvest Danced in my sacred wood


Em                         A                G        A       D
  I'll still watch over my hillside, Try to help the ones in pain
Bm               D                       Em                 F#
  I will warm my stones for you, so your prayers are not in vain
Bm                     G        D      Dsus4 D      C
  When they awoke next morning, continuing on their way
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  They found the snow had melted everywhere they lay


        A            F#               Bm     A      G
  You may call me Anthracyda, I'm the god of Andras Hill
F#                     G             Bm           A
  My children are long gone now, Yet I abide here still
G           Em     Bm               G       Em          F#
  Christian people hear me, See the tears of Christ the Son
Em                F#      Bm             G       A    Bm
  Two commands he gave to you: Love your god and everyone


          Em            A             G      F#     Bm
  You may call me Anthracyda, I'm the god of Andras Hill