In this land, in this land
In this land, we breathe no more
In this land, on this shore
Past the time for talk
Try it again, prize of war
And all that's done is rewound
Try it again, on this shore
Years still because you're innocent
I want to hear the horses scream
What other work begins
I want to know where will it stop
This want surrounds with torn hills
And slide right out of here
Freedom to die before you understand
And inner one here wanders blindly around
All the spectres with their holy books
Identity wound to our land
As far as inside, this jewel that glimmers wild with no light
Our land waiting, our land waiting
Our land waiting
In this land, on this shore
With these hands we hold no more
I want to hear the horses scream
This prize of war, out here in the promised land
I want to know, when will it stop
When eyes above run into all these things
And into a sea of promises
Our land waiting, our land waiting
Our land waiting, our land waiting
Island waiting, island waiting
Island waiting, outlawed