Lyrics

Cross Fire Rings out Rat tat in the middle of the street
Desperate mother seeks food for her baby to eat
Lords of Water, Lords of Grain
Will it ever, Be the same
General Nods to his left, it means to shoot on sight
That cavalry man's just out there working for his life
Lords of Water, Lords of Grain
Will it ever, Be the same
Songs of Laughter, Songs of Pain
Bones and Dust are
All that remains
Waiting for the weekly rations of bread and fruit
the sounds of marching
the echo of a thousand boots
Lords of Water, Lords of Grain
Will it ever, Be the same
Songs of Laughter, Songs of Pain
Bones and Dust are
All that remains
Written by: Nate Bergman
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