Oh, to be so rested that we can withstand these long years We sweat in the wilderness Carving and sqeezing the fat from the land From the birth of the sun god at morning We struggle beneath him, breaking our hands Yeah, there is no rest for us There'll be no peace for us Not one second's rest for us We have been here so long Though our numbers may be small, there's more of us Rot you will and fertilize our dirt for us This is our home Yeah, we're on our way home On our way home Yeah, on our way home While you are warm and safe Just think of us shivering, beautifully brave Fear all that patience we've saved Know that we're coming back... Black Sheep who've formed a pack Do you hear our footfalls creeping back up to your walls? Creeping back home! Though our armies may be less, there's more of us Yeah, rot you will and fertilize our dirt for us This, too, is our home Yeah, we're on our way home We're coming home Tired of being cold And we don't care if your doors are closed Well, once upon a time, we were drinking from the golden flask Well, once upon a time, when the sun would shine, we could bask But now that's all gone Why do we live in exile? We come out at night We love the night We know it's all downhill from here We know we're right, we know we're right! We know it's all downhill from, all downhill... Ahhh, ahhh Ahhh, ahhh.... Knock, knock... We're back!EmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy