Heyell

Break my body, break it, break it to the bone
A hail of storm and thunder, a hail of secret stone
The gods of mighty freedom, their feathers in the mud
The bodies of our fathers cut with knife and blood
Heyell

The sky is lost and crying, the rivers disappear
The sun reluctant rising, a world of hate and fear
Words of twisted wisdom, words of brutal shame
Love and life are trampled in who's name
Heyell

Wing and feather, flight and bones, flesh and flood bring us home
Heyell