In line they stand To watch us burn To breathe our storm Birds of prey cry Hitting dry earth Shiver in their shells When vultures sing And demons prevail Rituals of fire Vermin encaged A two-tongued man Bringer of the truth Blinded by fear Set us on fire The haunted calls Watch us go Black tank of violent words A harsh scream Struggle then fall A nerve that cracks The burial tree Hidden from the enemy So deadly calm Come break the silence And lift the curse Eye of the storm Expose the bones Host of the winged On sacred soil Borders the unreal Echoes of yesterday Our souls, our sorrow Removed and reburied Cursed time, our hell will come Cursed life, our time is on hold