Severed Land / The Sound

I am older than it seems,
I was born from another sea,
Drained in nineteen thirty nine,
Lost from the tongues that followed mine.
And I, forget my name,
Alone.
Send me back to fend
For the men who study light
'neath the cover of the night.
Light our children learn to fight.
ahhh ahhh
Oh, can’t you see this is the severed land.
My country’s grief held in the wrong hands
ahhh ahhh.
I seek only to believe,
ohohoh,
In the ones who plea
For the rest of us who need
To remember what they did.
I am older than it seems.
As you face the ground, and you wait, wait for the sound.
And you ask for your love to be spared of all the selfless sin that has stained
your kin.
But the lesser man won’t retain a measured hand
And the town we sought to make our own will’ve surely grown.
For if I were alive, I would tell them of your time.
But the sound, finds your name, n' so you lay.