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