Hushed away
Suddenly the screaming fades
All that’s left is somber mourning
And a weeping crowd

Hide away
The fractured eve and day
Until fires light the night
And the weeping crowd has gone

On the day the dead winds came
Rivers turned to poison streams
Men slew wives and wives threw children
Out into the cold

On that day no words were said
In silence all the blood was shed
Not a whisper for the dead
Be they young or old

But come with the evening sun
To see how red the old hills run

Come see the story unfold
Come see it out here in the cold

A sight of darkest insurrection
This display of vile affection
On the hills where frozen bodies lay

Lick the tears of tar we cry
Or sing us dreary lullabies
To celebrate our draconian day

Come with the dying sun
To see how red the old hills run

Come see the fates untold
Come see it out here in the cold