Through times I thought of what we created   For greater causes that brought us down to this   The ground is shaking from all the people below   One thing I've learned from this is,   What you reap is what you sow      In elderly forms and surroundings   In the flesh of spirits incarnated   They are here for the hate forgotten   A rearview mirror to all lost souls   A slow burn shattered the field   Pain through body fire drained vein      Walk down to the watchtower   And with the right kind of eyes   See waves roll in and over   Never could you see the watermark      Man marches through the rust and dust   The burning fields will soon be ashes   Bodies woven in smoke and skin   And clouds descend to the sea   I see the bonds that tie belief   For this I choose to sink      Walk down to the watchtower   And with the obscure shapes   See smoke roll in and over   Never will we see the lights