And the rain is falling
And the rain is falling down
And in vain we call them
As we listen to the ground
There's a past that must be buried here
There's an answer to be found
There's a path for those remaining here
There's a price to keep it bound
Behold what we have grown
And the snow begins to fall
And the shadows lengthen
They will ambush in the night
Enemy advances
There is solace in this
Simple repetition
No such thing as silence
While the echoes answer
In the preparation
Of our daily ration
In the grinding and the flames
There is recollection
Slightly softer after
Still the hunger beckons
And for those who listen to them,
This world will open
Behold what we have grown
There will be a summer
Where the poppies blow and sway
In the scattered ashes
Of the conflagration
Those who live will feel its
Gentle somnolescence
And the numbing will become
A need for satiation
And I know that there will be
Children born to wreckage
The renewal of the earth
Yield their consecration
They will know the silence,
In their generation.
Grown from buried blood and bone
Born to devastation
There's a past that must be buried here
Buried here
There's an answer to be found
Answer to be found
THere's a path for those remaining here
Remaining here
There's a price to keep it bound
Behold what we have grown