On the Wind - Ancestors

And to the end let’s think ahead

All we wanted wasted

I’ve seen their faces all bloodied, but their eyes still shine with the fury of

hatred

Evergreen faith has finally dried

Ready to burn

In the dream it feels so good

Now we know it’s over

Through all the broken thoughts, you can see it on the edge, once forgotten

Now half remembered, half dead, sullen

Staring back on an unfamiliar path

Faint scent of home on the wind