Eiros - (My Village) Lyrics

This whistle-stop hamlet called home
The pistol whipped scars to the bone
What innocents lost from the time thought
Grasping towards the unknown

Such a quiet peaceful town...
Such a quiet peaceful town...
Tear the quiet peaceful down...
In this quiet peaceful... TOWN

We all cast in our stones
We all cast of our bones

Coming undone in the long run
The thread has been spun
Corrupting their sons

Rain!
Reign!

Rain has come with the mighty sun
We all reap the ashes of flames they sow
With a gun in our hands and our heads held high
Though the hammer falls through their rallying cries...