Trail of the Ancients Lyrics

On the trail of the ancients now

In search of better days

And so the hate follows the plow

There's something in the water

Malice in the martyr

A road that just gets in the way

I know what they were hiding from

I know what they were hiding from

Almost there

Denial it piles

The trial goes on

Almost there

The miles beguile

The child is gone

With the edge of the dullest blade

Hollowed out my mind

And so the people went away

The baskets still hold water

The doctor deals in proverbs

One way signs from another time

Almost there

The choir retires

The tired go on

Almost there

The miles beguile

The child is gone

I know what they were hiding from

The same thing we're hiding from