Stonecircle Seven Sleepers
(lyrics by D. Jole/music by G. Schoemaker) Red mists of the morning Rise from the battleground. Red sun on the water, Weeping without sound. Silent wind blows empty On blackened rock and bone. Fields of grass are shining glass. The ravens softly moan. They're trying to CHORUS Wake the seven sleepers, Deep within their cave When the fire comes, burns everyone, Who will dig your grave? Wake the ancient huntsman, Don't let dead dogs lie. Hunt with the red-eared hounds of hell, Ride screaming through the sky. Children of the warriors, World crumbling at their feet, Can't drink the blackened water, Can't eat the burning wheat. Men are out a-hunting To win the dragon's claws, But steel knives and empty lives Can't save them from its jaws. Their screams will CHORUS Fields and hills lie barren, Plows rusting on their sides. Mighty ships lie empty, Rotting in the tide. Curtains flutter softly, Like moths against a light. Women turn from cities burned And vanish from our sight. They're going to CHORUS
