The Swallow - Huntsmen

And as the sand settles and blows away

A dream forgot in passing

And as the silent sea calls us to our graves

A soul sings alone

Into the breaching night, we ride away

Bearing the spoils of war

Can you feel the hoofbeats?

Can you hear them coming?

Above the swallow pierces through the wind

Her eyes can see through distant fires burning in the sand

And although she can see where every road will go

Still I know they all end in sorrow and alone

Above the chasm, the mortal toil

The skin that sloughs away into lakes of irradiated oil

Above the screams for home that bounce off heaven’s dome

The mouths that shape their pain in a language she’ll never have to know;

Above the swallow soars light upon the wind

Her heartbeat whispers fast and free of where her flight began

And though only it knows all the miles she has flown

Every dream is of this moment;

every moment, she is home

She is home

She is home