Never make war with / The warrior

We raise the walls to the wind, standing tall
Striving still to survive in the hills with our wives
And the children are spent in the dens of our tents
While we take to the battlements, take to the battlements

Dust-swallowed air, hallowed earth, ruddy glare
Bearing down on their gowns fallen fast to the ground
And the trampled and few stampede slow to their pews
Spewing prayer to the blasphemy, prayer to the blasphemy

Scream, scatter quick! past the scorched, burning wicks
Fighting tears near the haze where the bodies lie splayed
And the earth in disguise, giving birth to the fires
Eyelids close, silent chest, eyelids close, silent chest