Standing in line On the limestone shore As the first sparks are thrown Upon the hay Like lonely stars Shooting through the night Unto our wooden homes Where we reside Where we reside in ♪ When the sun sets on the second day Night will be left to lead the way Thousands of times the light's gone by Will meet your end by the white Fading stars in shape of An arrow To the heart Of the night ♪ Hanging by the frayed strands The night dwells in its burrows Condemned by the holiest Our blood in the furrows Hanging by the frayed strands The night dwells in its burrows Condemned by the holiest Our blood in the furrows ♪ May our torn bonds be sundered When we gather after the fire Saw where the blood where you stand Harvesting you where you stop ♪ Hanging by the frayed strands The night dwells in its burrows Condemned by the holiest Our blood in the furrows Hanging by the frayed strands The night dwells in its burrows Condemned by the holiest Our blood in the furrows