Trees Come Down

The morning's path is not short
Of over hills to quench the eye
Of the book we're taking soon
New in the grave
New in the grave

Like the sun upon the burning globe
The carrion lamb walks on the slip
So new to the pain
New to the pain

The heathen
The heathen
Like the heathen
The heathen

From the crowd comes the children of the corn
And in the sect of hunger and the golden dawn
You have pain
You have pain

The heathen
The heathen
Like the heathen
The heathen
The heathen
The heathen
Like the heathen
The heathen
The heathen
Like the heathen
Like the heathen
The heathen
The heathen
Like the heathen
The heathen
The heathen
Like the heathen
Like the heathen
The heathen

The moral nightmare crawling
Across the forest fields
The united skies are dawning
Protect us, march and shield
Trees come down
Trees come down
Trees come down
Trees come down
Go

There's a girl in the green dress
She's got eyes like fire and lips so tame
She's followed by the girl who's crying
In the red dress
One more life in this dying

Dying age
Dying age
Dying age
Dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age
This dying age