Lie and wait There's no way out from the lands of the lost Lie still in quiet and the morning is working to bring a day of fear (to the sons of war )
Sit and listen To the other side (of border) where words so same are told And the morning can only bring them another day of fear They are blessed by the same god Where the morning is working to reveal what last night's smoke and holds back
As for the few who hold the will and means How do they speak What are the words they say to make mothers and fathers turn loved ones into a mass of sleepwalkers droning by over the line Too far over the line
The morning can only bring them another day of fear and they are blessed by the same god if such even exists here While the morning is working to reveal what last night's smoke holds back
And look at all this torn city has denied These sons of war, so threatened and lied Where solitude, even in the masses, can then wish it, to take a man by the blind god, and toss his own wrong-doings back at his face A song breaks out in the cold
Mother war Hear our windless breathing Mother war Soothing cries with fear Mother war Our tears drained by loss Mother war Far over the line