this darkness would eclipse our will a cold wind blows across these hills a swinging gaze from a hangman's tree a crow's nest view of what's left to see the light that's formed of saints return the silence to the snow still beneath the craters waiting for this time to grow
so hold on hold tight open daylight we will overcome
so put away your fear the morning star will soon appear and bring an end to this dark night and we must run if we're to meet the light watered by the blood of martyrs blessed and blind as sons and daughters sleep with one eye open and live with both eyes shut so let's find the place where sight begins and see the things that we saw when our eyes were bright and wet against the light
and hold on hold tight open daylight we will overcome
open your eyes over the new sight fly the flags of dawn