Scourging Ground

[Verse 1]
Missed, was the way
Somber fates
Winds of the hillside, storms raging on lives
Wide is the night time, holy water moonlight
Lifted to Heaven, under a shade

[Verse 2]
This is the way it always will be
Grab the stone and plant the seed
Burning baths over restless seas
Scorch the ground on which we feed
[Bombs?] of blood over wispy towers
Cry for God from windy [sails? sours?]
Bruise the [?]
Flush the fires with [wind us too? winding tools?]

[Verse 3]
Missed, was the way
Our love decayed
Winds through the forest, blinding our way
Silent in the morning, shrouded through caves
Drowning in hell, clawing at her veil
Walked through the heartland, blessing the fields
Locked here for hours, waiting for your word
Waiting for your word