Home Of The Sun
Home Of The Sun
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Home of the Sun
Barren and stark these Andes
Sun beats down
Dirt dry sand
Dirt dry sand
Yet people eek out a life
These deep farmed Hills
Plowed by hand
The sun beats down
Sun beats down
Yet people eek out a life
Here in these hills
These barren mountains
Lies Ingapirca
Home of the sun
Here meet the Mad preacher
Preacher of the sun
His words they burn
His words they burn
He makes the sacrifice
The words
Draw you toward the sun
Like moths into a flame
Leaving nothing behind
Leaving nothing behind
But ashes
Here in these hills
These barren mountains
Lies Ingapirca
Home of the sun
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Written many moons ago at the Inca ruins in Ingapirca, Ecuador.
David Penn Arndt 2022
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