Pull the sword from the sheath

Place the wreath beneath the tree of life

Honor in the dust the final thrust

In which the trust once thrived

Now dies

Pull the sword from the sheath

Place the wreath beneath the tree of life

Honor in the dust the final thrust

In which the trust once thrived

Now dies

Honor in the dust the final thrust

In which the trust once thrived

Now dies

Lift your head in prayer

Only if you dare

You can speak to your god

Hold him in your heart

Roots in the ground

Winding down around the feet of time

Poverty and pain

The ball and chain tradition claims the right

Honor in the dust the final thrust in which the trust has died

Lift your head in prayer

Only if you dare

You can speak to your god

Hold him in your heart