Smoke is rising over the hills
Once it's here it'll bend your will
Twist the truth and we all suffer
March on broken down and worn
Burning winds roll in from the west
Our green bills will cut you to dust and sand
Now I follow the path
And I'll bury my sins at the river bank
Prepare for the conquering folk
For some they're coming home
They carved the way through
To the halls of the mountain dukes
We're all just the bricks we lay
Fighting the dust and sand
But as the Assyrians say
New roads don't make us forget
Where the old one were paved
Burning winds roll in from the west
Our green bills will cut you to dust and sand
Now I follow the path
And bury my sins at the river bank
He said, buy me a drink and shake my hand
Then you'll know my grave won't hold no name
See the cracks in the roads we paved
They'll take more than a lifetime to amend
