Wake up from asleep
Last century man
Ten thousand year fight
We fade into dust
I heard
Remember the ghost
Who lived in the near
Come forth warm and tender
We cry for the past
You
Caught me on the ground
Take away the silence
Against the fold
Lost the bottom lines
I've done crying
In the road
They can't escape
We've done things
To the heart of the shadows left to us
I want statues in the fold
All my cities turn to gold
Home
Come to the bless we own
To the bless I know
Home
To the bless we own
To the bless we know
Home
To the bless we own
To the bless I know
Home
To the bless we own
To the bless I know
Home
To the bless we own
To the bless I know
Home
To the bless we own
To the bless I know
Home
To the bless we own
To the bless I know
The spirit is gone
And I am
And the spirit is gone
Night is on