At the edge of the water. At the foot of the hills. Fogs claws at the mountain. And the passing ships. If desolation were a sound, I've heard it Trample the tall grass. Let distance darken my skin. Swim in grey oceans. That end where they begin. If desolation were a sound, I've heard it There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound. There's hope in desolation. Black boots on the pavement. Under the midnight sun. Older than imagination. Savage as can be. If desolation were a sound, I've heard it. There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound. There's hope in desolation. There's mercy after all. There's mercy after all. There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound. There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound. There's hope in desolation. It's a familiar sound. There's hope in desolation.