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