Armed Hands

As I walk, I am surrounded by exhausted horses,
And the infantry men are crawling on that fertile soil.
We just have to let that fire burn, until the scary depths of the night,
And what we called a mystery become so close,
It’s moving me, it’s moving me, what if they knew.
The smoke makes the sky dark and these armed hands slice through the air,
I can’t stop staring at that dance.
We just have to let that fire burn, until the scary depths of the night,
And what we called a mystery become so close,
It’s moving me, it’s moving me, what if they knew.