Heavy Kind Of Chain

There is a dead black smoke in the heart of the valley
And it burns in your lungs so savagely
A cloud of blood always raining red
A single bag to carry all the dead
We are nothing but a breathing corpse
A broken body full of useless thoughts

No one here is scared of us
We are dirt, we are dust
We have been crushed
Empty your soul
They will never know

I can hear the ghosts of their families
They are running through the forests setting fire to the trees
A heavy kind of chain rules this land
They will send me back to England just ashes in a can
There is only death and there is no escape
And the smoke kills the men, that the fire doesn't take