We Are The Pawns

The settlers around you are lighting their torches
They want it all, they’re digging in the sand

And the widows are grieving hiding their faces
They have lost more than we can understand 
And the winters are lonely on these places
Wearing them down, like shackles in a storm

The cuts are deep and the water seems so tasteless
But they'll march on, looking for a home

And hour by hour 
And river by river 

Losing his faith, he fell between the cracks and
Now what he is, isn't what he was

Left to the dead, left out in the silence
They'll march on, looking for a home

And hour by hour 
And river by river
And hour by hour
Oh they'll march on

See those crimson tracks and 
The marks on their backs when 
They climb higher towards their goal 

So slow and so weakly 
They move on discreetly
As the sky just hid the sun  

And god will bring them thunder  
On their way beyond the
Emptiness they felt so long 

And he will strike with fury
To make sure they’re buried 
In the ashes of their hope 

But hour by hour 
And river by river
And hour by hour
Oh they'll march on