MERCY 015 – The House Years | The Mercy

Thrash Metal, Southern Rock, High Energy, Heavy

(Verse 2)
They made the wells a duty and the harvest shared by law,
And marked the burial ground beyond the gate that children saw.
They named the work each household owed to keep the winter fed,
And promised that the living would remember every dead.

(Chorus)
These were the House Years, when the wandering learned to stay,
When gates were closed at evening and were opened with the day.
They built belonging slowly from the labour all could share,
And swore the living held a claim upon each other’s care.

(Verse 3)
They took the orphaned children in and gave them names and room,
And taught them how the planted seed could answer winter’s gloom.
No bloodline stood above the hands that raised a child with grace,
For kinship became duty in the making of a place.

(Verse 4)
They fed the stranger first, then asked what work the guest could bring,
And judged the oath by witness, not by badge or vanished king.
The public stores were counted where the whole assembly knew,
And every roof they mended made another promise true.

(Bridge)
They knew a House could shelter and could harden into rule,
So every keeper answered at the public hall and school.
The first law was not glory, nor the flag above the wall,
It was that none who belonged there would be left beyond the hall.

(Outro)
Now orchards mark the places where the frightened ceased to roam,
And shared halls hold the voices that first dared to call them home.
The roofs still need repairing, and the gates still guard the night,
But every House remembers how the living chose the light.

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(Verse 1) They stopped beside the water where the broken roadways end, And raised the first repaired roofs with the labour of a friend. They cleared the common hall and sealed the stores against the rain, Then wrote the names of those who stayed and those who left again. (Verse 2) They made the wells a duty and the harvest shared by law, And marked the burial ground beyond the gate that children saw. They named the work each household owed to keep the winter fed, And promised that the living would remember every dead. (Chorus) These were the House Years, when the wandering learned to stay, When gates were closed at evening and were opened with the day. They built belonging slowly from the labour all could share, And swore the living held a claim upon each other’s care. (Verse 3) They took the orphaned children in and gave them names and room, And taught them how the planted seed could answer winter’s gloom. No bloodline stood above the hands that raised a child with grace, For kinship became duty in the making of a place. (Verse 4) They fed the stranger first, then asked what work the guest could bring, And judged the oath by witness, not by badge or vanished king. The public stores were counted where the whole assembly knew, And every roof they mended made another promise true. (Chorus) These were the House Years, when the wandering learned to stay, When gates were closed at evening and were opened with the day. They built belonging slowly from the labour all could share, And swore the living held a claim upon each other’s care. (Bridge) They knew a House could shelter and could harden into rule, So every keeper answered at the public hall and school. The first law was not glory, nor the flag above the wall, It was that none who belonged there would be left beyond the hall. (Outro) Now orchards mark the places where the frightened ceased to roam, And shared halls hold the voices that first dared to call them home. The roofs still need repairing, and the gates still guard the night, But every House remembers how the living chose the light.

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