The Child's Right

See the cold water falling

Across this child's face

This ground will open up to him

And swallow his disgrace

He will go down there and suffer

Yeah, he'll suffer like a Lamb

Yeah, his suffering is holy

But his innocence is damned

Yeah, his innocence is damned

A cruel fire is calling

This child to his grave

Now he will wander pointlessly

Where no memories are saved

Now our history is buried

Deep beneath the ground

No, we've never burned with pain or joy

And we've never made a sound

No, we've never made a sound

No, we've never made a sound