Bury your Kings in tombs of red wine
Build your walls of trust as I built mine
Be certain it stable,
And mend the cracks that you could never get to
Look, we build your temple anew
Pray to God for peace and I pray too
Let not be discouraged,
Let never look back it a brave new world
When the fires on the mountainside go out,
When the watchman cries out!
And fires burn down low
When your weary minds all worn down
Sorrow all you have found
And all that left is time
Bury your Kings in fields of times past
Leave your armor there and stand fast!
Deep calls to deep, in the roar of the waterfall
All of the waves, have crashed over you
When the fires on the mountainside go out,
When the watchman cries out!
And fires burn down low
When your weary minds all worn down
Sorrow all you have found
And all that left is time, take a breath to find
A moment to see, that trust is what you need