Charlie Barnes Dresden song lyrics

Trumpets sounded last posts clear as bells, whistles or day

Death knells you heard so well, that rattle the snares of funeral drums

Brothers, put up your left hands...

Flags flown clawing under bridges rebuilt by hands burnt to the bone

Footfalls haunted by those of a history's worth of burning house and home

Brothers, put up your left hands, no devil here exists

A war-torn family's as strong as mortar and brick

There's a house on the hill,

Windows black as nails picking through the ashes.

No beginning, no end, no cause, nor effect, nor dark omen.

Wrap the palms of your hands round the weapons built by your mothers.

Cut the cord and we'll rip our fellow man into pieces.