In hope of refuge from the skies, we bury ourselves inside

Fragile shallow graves

Seeking shelter from the fall, press palms against the walls

And pray foundations hold

By fifty days we've taken all, of the shallow grasp of cold;

Need sunlight's touch once more

Now endless wasteland to behold, besmitten by the sea of sand

Our holds; devoid of gold

(Everybody run, everybody run, run, run)

Our shadows meet with dimmer dawns;

(Everybody hide, everybody hide, hide, hide)

As air threatens to leech life from our souls

(Everybody burns, everybody burns, burns, burns)

So like the poisons they've exposed;

(Everybody dies, everybody dies, dies dies)

New ways to kill I'd never known before

(Whispers in the sand, whispers in the sand; hear them)

All soldiers; heed your call to serve

(Judgement from the sky, judgement from the sky; feel it)

The metal finery gives succor to the cause

(Scratching at my skin, scratching at my skin; burning)

Blood paints the sand, bones gild the soil;

(Burrowed in the dirt, burrowed in the dirt; waiting)

The air chars us, like the hope we're cursed to hold

Take heed of the call of vengeance; it unfolds

When secret ambitions unveil fresh-slit throats

As though sanctioned by the emperor's own goals;

Spurned by radiant winds we are gifted our role

(Everybody run, everybody run, run, run)

Confront the forces as they come

(Everybody hide, everybody hide, hide, hide)

They'll learn the pain of our admonishment

(Everybody burns, everybody burns, burns, burns)

Stalemate invasions are a loss;

(Everybody dies, everybody dies, dies dies)

You've met the line of sand you will not cross

(Whispers in the sand, whispers in the sand; hear them)

What once were soldiers, now are ash

(Judgement from the sky, judgement from the sky; feel it)

Unwithered; we are ghosts of sand and glass

(Scratching at my skin, scratching at my skin; burning)

Be swift and silent - as the breeze;

(Burrowed in the dirt, burrowed in the dirt; waiting)

That crosses the dunes without -

Stirring a grain of sand

Everybody run, everybody run, run, run

Whispers in the air, whispers in the air; hear them

Creeping through the sands; shallow footprints of the raiders

Guardians of Tallarn; waiting to inter invaders