Mountain Dukes

Smoke is rising over the hills

Once it's here it'll bend your will

Twist the truth and we all suffer

March on broken down and worn

Burning winds roll in from the west

Our green bills will cut you to dust and sand

Now I follow the path

And I'll bury my sins at the river bank

Prepare for the conquering folk

For some they're coming home

They carved the way through

To the halls of the mountain dukes

We're all just the bricks we lay

Fighting the dust and sand

But as the Assyrians say

New roads don't make us forget

Where the old one were paved

Burning winds roll in from the west

Our green bills will cut you to dust and sand

Now I follow the path

And bury my sins at the river bank

He said, buy me a drink and shake my hand

Then you'll know my grave won't hold no name

See the cracks in the roads we paved

They'll take more than a lifetime to amend