Ironwood Bloodsong

Cold wind sweeps across the modern stone

Underneath the iron arches we walk alone

Raise the flag or let it burn

Waiting for the tide to turn

We stand at the edge of the world we made Where the

wild green hills and the concrete fade Let the ancient chorus rise

again Through the driving beat and the heavy rain

Echoes of a system made

of dust Now our heavy machinery turns to

rust

We stand at the edge of the world we made Where the

wild green hills and the concrete fade Let the ancient chorus rise

again Through the driving beat and the heavy rain