What cruel fire, what land forlorn Will raise its plaint in time? What black spring blooms In your eyes? Whose blood will taint This land of mine? And he who makes bread Ought to eat And he who fights ought to rest And though it is truth we seek It just won't do to serve With the best
Now make your pact with time And the worlds you are stealing For you will only find me In what I'm leaving And we'll all be drowned Just wait and see In the hollow sound Of marching feet
And the blood bleeds black The blood runs red You made all t hat is yours But they are here to offend Your housings Your silent tents And to teach all eyes to close
But you sold your spades On the mournful autumn train A lifetime ago And you give the fruit Of your flight For a loaf of light For you don't know
How to make your pact with time And the worlds you are stealing For you will only find me In what I'm leaving And we'll all be drowned Just wait and see In the hollow sound Of marching feet And we'll all be drowned Just wait and see In the hollow sound Of marching feet