Lead our brothers home. Peace be known. Bring our daughters home. Lead them on.
From the earth, we are born. To the earth, we belong. From the earth, we are born. To the earth, we belong.
Lead our brothers home. Peace be known. Bring our daughters home. Lead them on.
From the earth, we are born. To the earth, we belong. (but) from the earth, they return, and only I know their song...
The sunset retreating from this grim procession. By torchlight their vigil concludes. The last of them nods as I re-chain the gates, and prepare for the horrors about to ensue.
I am no patriot, samaritan, I do only, for I am the last who even recalls the songs of the earth. Oh, how have they forgotten? I swear this will surely bring death to them all.
From the earth, they return. Only I know their song. All I wonder (is) who'll watch over me when it's my time to rise.
Bliss isn't ignorance; it's life, fool. Remember the ways of the ones who had been here before. Now fire and steel forge the key to the spell-song. I'll sing them to rest with the blade of my sword!
From the earth, they return. Only I know their song. All I wonder (is) who'll watch over me when it's my time to rise.
Lead our brothers home. Peace be known. Bring our daughters home. Lead them on.