Smashed-Up / Arrowhead Fields
Jack Swensson, Jay Sherman
They stone the emptiest watchers
West of the silent waters
It wakes the giants in the lighthouse
Lies, they rest and they doubt
The watch of the melodies
Stands and waits for all those who stole
The house of silence
Where they turn the minds of those who doubt
The place where the silent ones kill
You must travel the earth
To the gorge
Through the blackness of forever night
The watch of something east
The watch of someplace
The plain, open fire
And the under-lands