There is a dead black smoke in the heart of the valley And it burns in your lungs so savagely A cloud of blood always raining red A single bag to carry all the dead We are nothing but a breathing corpse A broken body full of useless thoughts
No one here is scared of us We are dirt, we are dust We have been crushed Empty your soul They will never know
I can hear the ghosts of their families They are running through the forests setting fire to the trees A heavy kind of chain rules this land They will send me back to England just ashes in a can There is only death and there is no escape And the smoke kills the men, that the fire doesn't take
