The harsh reality is that their minds were more coarse than ours The worst is over and winter will take it's course They'll feed on their dead when the land is not their own Hands of bone start deserting all their homes Providence We'll feed their children from the From the mouths of our own Such a crusade on hold Why, because our heart are filled with common sense Why, because forgiveness comes in hoards Feed, but don't let them see us Smile, but don't let them hear us We'll learn what we can now but why To bury all them after the snowfall
Ignore the acceptance and just keep your mouth shut Bide our, time we'll, learn to live like they do Raise our, strength and Carry on as they do Burry our blade far, far from them Keep them in the dark We'll just cary on As if no wrong We'll just carry on You just carry on as if no wrong Just carry on now Surprise them Make tragedy our middle name With our new strength Fault of their own We faked it Believe it Your forgiveness undone Now horror comes at night We've taken what we wanted so bury them