this darkness would

eclipse our will

a cold wind blows

across these hills

a swinging gaze

from the hangman's tree

a crows nest view

of what's left to see

the light that's formed

Of shade will turn to silence to this way

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

a morning star will soon appear

and bring an end

to this dark night

and we must run for 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 lets 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