Body trail beside the water
Leads the lambs into the slaughter
Hands and knees, we all atone
Hand is paid with blood and bone
Gently hands reveal their purpose
Bliss, just warm beneath the surface
No one gonna make us leave
We're the ones that still believe
 [bad word] piercing through the silence
In the air, descends to violence
Watching from above the trees
We're the ones that still believe
We're the ones that still believe
We're the ones that still believe