See the cold water falling Across this child's face This ground will open up to him And swallow his disgrace He will go down there and suffer He will suffer like a Lamb His suffering is holy But his innocence is damned Yeah, his innocence is damned
A cruel fire is calling This child to his grave Now he will wander pointlessly Where no memories are saved Now our history is buried Deep beneath the ground We have never burned with pain or joy And we've never made a sound No, we've never made a sound