Sleeping Giants

Born in the rain, a son from the deep
Can never feel the warm that fills your soul
A fear for love, a life to embrace
Some may be home but all the others will atone

Hold your tongue, before they harvest on your soul
Hold your tongue, before they harvest on your soul

Float in the dirt and watch the water wash away
Bring down the king and let the peasants rule the show
Embers of war, a fortune to the hole
As people fall a time for peace has yet to come

Hold your tongue, before they harvest on your soul
Hold your tongue, before they harvest on your soul

Hold your tongue, before they harvest on your soul
Hold your tongue, before they harvest on your soul