Cross Vault - Simple Marksman In The Pines lyrics

Tin-tainted traces of sound depart this tongue and as with all men being, it is sparseness which may bear the weight and as good as guns are for shooting humans as he remarked is there no effort to be made on a trip undertaken alone And as much as the wind may howl through a hollow casing there lies a grace in the extraction of the force it may bring the essence, it was his to channel and channel he did They spoke that a great truth lies buried in the trenches of france the one that ended in the incompatibility of man and the fight but was it not the marksman, the ever-watchful eye who told a better one with but the rifle he takes along? The one that a self-shackled hand was led astray by the one that knew not of the teachings of or days and only therefore bore the truest knowledge of right and wrong Simple marksman in the pines, lay not down to rest, these woods are for the living, and the earth is yours to take