Huntsmen The Swallow
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
