Torn of this land's disgrace   Too hungry to contain a future   The sun bathes my wounds with a veil of rage   It's rays dyed with the blood of our disrespect      Suffering for the wisdom long forgotten   The sound of bloodletting echoes on the wind   The suicide of drought for a faith destroyed   We starve with pride and glass in our throats      Harvest their return   Those who drive away the sun      The masks lay fallen, sheltered in the dust   Tearing our flesh amongst wolves   See how they run as we laugh   In lunar horizons there is understanding      Harvest their return   Carry my soul to the sun