In the pathways
Of the learning
Of the flight.
Cheveyo guides us
Home by morning
Gone by night.

Within these forgotten pathways
We know not our
Broken hearts.
Good crow, tell me
Are we sleeping
In this land apart.

Down these ancient backroads
We have carved a false
Existence.
One we shall never know.
Against these truths
Our resistance
'Going home.

Mark me up
Another pain shed
Promise.
For this is how you say.
Bow my head
Unholy guises;
What they call it as I pray.

Sick of hearing
People preaching
The bible's 'Good Law.'
As they turn 'round
Always reaching
For what they know
Is wrong.

Mark me up and call it sin
But this I know is true.
Beneath this pulsing
Hura's skin
We are something new.

And we are soldiers
Who gave up cause.
Because we found
Our contradictions
Had no laws.
Because we found
That fallen heroes
Are sent to die.
And now we know
Just why.

Because Warriors
Of a Forgotten Cause
Have turned against
Their belief.
They're pointless laws.
What a relief,
We're gone.

An unknown nation
Rising with the wind
Falling with the sun.
And just as we're,
On the roam,
We run.
Nowhere
Home.

In the pathways
Of the learning
Of the flight.
Cheveyo guides us
Home by morning
Gone by night.

Down these ancient backroads
We have carved a false
Existence.
One we shall never know.
Against these truths
Our resistance
'Going home.

An unknown nation
Rising with the wind
Falling with the sun.
And just as we're,
On the roam,
We run.
Nowhere
Home.