on ancient ways, the old man he goes
quietly passing his time
of ancient ways, the old man he knows
gently he's passing his mind
with his old friends, the stories they share
the ties that bind them are strong
but out in the east, a rumbling grows
as dawns greets your arrival

nowhere is safe, no beauty is chaste
you've laid waste to it all
your profits they churn, the old folks burn
feeding their fiery fall

as you knock down their homes
drive them away
you never bat an eye
smash up their lives, leave them for dead
you never hear them cry

on ancient ways, old lady comes by
with tears in her eyes
of ancient ways, her daughter would sigh
but she didn't make it this way
comforts of home, sheltered and grown
then torn from their lives
taste of the day, best of the line
doomed to fade from her memory

nowhere is safe, no beauty is chaste
you've laid waste to it all
your profits they churn, the old folks burn
feeding their fiery fall

as you knock down their homes
drive them away
you never bat an eye
smash up their lives, leave them for dead
you never hear them cry

you don't understand, you ravage the land and her peoples
our home is alive, we share, we thrive or we die
but you don't care

you just knock down their homes
drive them away
you never bat an eye
smash up their lives, leave them for dead
you never hear them cry
you never listen, nor hear them cry

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