We Are The Pawns

The settlers around you are lighting their torches

They want it all, they’re digging in the sand

And the widows are grieving hiding their faces

They have lost more than we can understand

And the winters are lonely on these places

Wearing them down, like shackles in a storm

The cuts are deep and the water seems so tasteless

But they'll march on, looking for a home

And hour by hour

And river by river

Losing his faith, he fell between the cracks and

Now what he is, isn't what he was

Left to the dead, left out in the silence

They'll march on, looking for a home

And hour by hour

And river by river

And hour by hour

Oh they'll march on

See those crimson tracks and

The marks on their backs when

They climb higher towards their goal

So slow and so weakly

They move on discreetly

As the sky just hid the sun

And god will bring them thunder

On their way beyond the

Emptiness they felt so long

And he will strike with fury

To make sure they’re buried

In the ashes of their hope

But hour by hour

And river by river

And hour by hour

Oh they'll march on