this darkness would eclipse our will a cold wind blows across these hills a swinging gaze from a hangman s tree a crow s nest view of what s left to see the lifeless forms of saints return the silence to the snow and still beneath the grain is waiting for its time to grow so hold on hold tight hope in daylight we will overcome so put away your fear the morning star will soon appear and bring an end to this dark night but we must run forward to meet the light watered by the blood of martyrs blessed and blind our sons and daughters sleep with one eye open and live with both eyes shut so lets find the place where sight begins and see the things that we saw when our eyes were bright and wet against the light and hold on hold tight hope in daylight we will overcome open your eyes o er the hillside fly the flags of dawn
['post-hardcore', 'screamo']