Torn of this land's disgrace

Too hungry to contain a future

The sun bathes my wounds with a veil of rage

It's rays dyed with the blood of our disrespect

Suffering for the wisdom long forgotten

The sound of bloodletting echoes on the wind

The suicide of drought for a faith destroyed

We starve with pride and glass in our throats

Harvest their return

Those who drive away the sun

The masks lay fallen, sheltered in the dust

Tearing our flesh amongst wolves

See how they run as we laugh

In lunar horizons there is understanding

Harvest their return

Carry my soul to the sun