Run, to the hills child Hold your heart Follow the birds to the sky! Feel the air between you And all you have ever known What matters most is What Is held in your heart Oh, lets walk in the meadow Of peaceful wheat We'll sway the stalks In all the wrong ways We'll speak so soft Stir the birds from their nests With our teeth red We'll shoot them down And feed our mouths But our stomachs are hungry Our souls are empty! Please do not follow us here Into the meadow It's not as peaceful as it seems We all ran from our wars And loss has brought us here Together we will fight, once again And this time we'll reign As braves, as lovers As the men of truth