The settlers around you are lighting their torches
They want it all, they're digging in the sand
And the widows are grieving hiding their faces
They have lost more than we can understand
And the winters are lonely on these places
Wearing them down, like shackles in a storm
The cuts are deep and the water seems so tasteless
But they'll march on, looking for a home
And hour by hour
And river by river
Losing his faith, he fell between the cracks and
Now what he is, isn't what he was
Left to the dead, left out in the silence
They'll march on, looking for a home
And hour by hour
And river by river
And hour by hour
Oh they'll march on
See those crimson tracks and
The marks on their backs when
They climb higher towards their goal
So slow and so weakly
They move on discreetly
As the sky just hid the sun
And god will bring them thunder
On their way beyond the
Emptiness they felt so long
And he will strike with fury
To make sure they're buried
In the ashes of their hope
But hour by hour
And river by river
And hour by hour
Oh they'll march on