No secrets of time
The land is all they know
Old bones speak the truth
Too long in desolation fields
The 'bearer marks each fall
Whispers of songs among stones
If the gods are in man
Then take these ghosts
Lay down in unholy ground
No plague like madness
That slow turning screw
Howls inside the walls
Men drowned in drink
Women claw at the soil
Stained eyes on a setting sun
And the 'bearer stood
Shouting at the sea
"Take this body I throw at thee"