Through times I thought of what we created

For greater causes that brought us down to this

The ground is shaking from all the people below

One thing I've learned from this is,

What you reap is what you sow



In elderly forms and surroundings

In the flesh of spirits incarnated

They are here for the hate forgotten

A rearview mirror to all lost souls

A slow burn shattered the field

Pain through body fire drained vein



Walk down to the watchtower

And with the right kind of eyes

See waves roll in and over

Never could you see the watermark



Man marches through the rust and dust

The burning fields will soon be ashes

Bodies woven in smoke and skin

And clouds descend to the sea

I see the bonds that tie belief

For this I choose to sink



Walk down to the watchtower

And with the obscure shapes

See smoke roll in and over

Never will we see the lights