Lyrics
Hollow men still talk in vain, when the river runs dry only then, then will they see
Looming down the line, but you can t buy back your soul
You can line your pockets, these gates are locked
You can line your pockets, bitter blight fractures life
You can line your pockets, you can line your pockets, sowing sickness
dust of ancient lands breathes beneath our feet
This call for change won t be too late, dust of ancient lands breathes beneath our feet
setting in stone a future we cannot sustain
Since the dawn of time, setting in stone a future we cannot sustain
When the river runs dry only then, the bloodwoods shiver in the glare of summers haze
since the dawn of time
Dust of ancient lands breathes beneath our feet, hollow men still talk in vain
when the river runs dry only then
shadowed by dark ruination
Since the dawn of time, shifting focus away
The devil s at our door, the devil s at our door, this call for change won t be too late
when the river runs dry only then
Now spread into the soul of life, truth is overwhelming and yet
You can line your pockets, this call for change won t be too late
This call for change won t be too late, truth is overwhelming and yet
When the river runs dry only then, the poisoned lies of narrow minds, the devil s at our door
And we can t turn back once it begins, bitter blight fractures life, bitter blight fractures life
Bitter blight fractures life, the bloodwoods shiver in the glare of summers haze Drive, these gates are locked
sowing sickness
This call for change won t be too late, hearts of fire unite and man their barricades, selling fool s gold and a miracle cure
dust of ancient lands breathes beneath our feet
this future is not yours to own
and we can t turn back once it begins
Setting in stone a future we cannot sustain, this future is not yours to own
looming down the line
you can line your pockets
the bloodwoods shiver in the glare of summers haze
Then will they see, this call for change won t be too late
