Uuh,

Our

hearts

will

ring

hol-

low

in

the

si-

lence

of

the

cle-

ar-

cut

where

our

hung-

ry

gho-

ost

stalks

the

scalped

hills

Ooh

and

we'll

find

no

sign

on

these

slopes

and

fields

nor

in

the-

e

fate

we

have

wri-

i-

tten

in

the

scars

of

the

land

I'm

re-

bur-

ning

the

ver-

din

Of

the

fly-

ing

hand

Clad

These lyrics are not in the official booklet.

all

with

i-

ron

Figh-

ting

the

strain-

ing

a-

way

The

world

turns

slo-

wer

The

sun

burns

hot-

ter

Figh-

ting

this

sad-

de-

ning

way

The

storms

cut

shor-

ter

The

worms

grow

lon-

ger

Figh-

ting

this

sad-

de-

ning

way