Thrice

This darkness would eclipse our will,
a cold wind blows across these hills.
A swinging gaze from a hangmans dream,
a crows nest view of what's left to see.
The light that's formed of saints return the silence to the snow,
still beneath the craters waiting for this time to come.
So hold on, hold tight,
open daylight, we will overcome.
So put away your fears,
the morning star will soon appear
and bring an end to this dark night
and we must run if we're to meet the light
Watered by the blood of martyrs,
blessed and blind to sons and daughters,
sleep with one eye open and live with both eyes shut.
So let's the find the place where sight begins
and see the things that we saw when our eyes were bright and wet against the light.
And hold on, hold tight,
open daylight, we will overcome.
Open your eyes,
o'er the hillside,
fly the flags of dawn.