The things I wish I could unsee

The music I could silence

When we are left behind

When old fears grow strong

Who of this world will see the face of god

When we are buried

When we are forgotten

When we are forced to question

Mark their skin and tear their hearts out

It takes a dying man to see the truth

It holds back the answers

It waits patiently

It fuels hatred at the self

It's name is uncertainty

And it's music will not be silenced

We have no blood to give

These lands echoe our names

Yet they could not be further from your lips

We have no place in this world

Ashen

As an effigy of the story teller

Laid restless in his tomb

Where his words beat hopelessly against the stone that traps him

You must spill blood to see the face of god

So mark our skin and tear our hearts out

We stand bloodless before you

As you force us in to the shadows

And we scream out in the dark

You will pass from this world grey and silent

Where we will linger hopeless

With the story teller in his tomb

Beating our heads against the stone