The vultures are flying lower than they used to
They don’t waste their time on old bleached bones
It’s too damned hot, and I feel choked out
Our past betrayed by smoke and mirrors

All she gives is a stone facade
Like ill-given flowers at a dead man’s wake
Here we slave for the dreams of another
And fight over scraps like wayward dogs

The ash under a red stone guides the way
The embers of his words ignite our souls
My love and I, we will follow
We’ll find our valley of the moon

These words a mirror of his own heart
And to the land he gave it to
Looking back to the strength of our blood
great river of fortune and will

All they gave, they gave for us
better life in a better land

The ash under a red stone guides the way
The embers of his words ignite our souls
My love and I, we will follow
We’ll find our valley of the moon

place where we can be who we are
And just what we were meant to be
Plain to hold and see of what we’re made
Spirit, sinew, blood, and soil

Up horses now, and straight and [bad word] 
Let every broken [bad word] 
The strength you sweat shall blossom yet
And golden glory to the sun

The ash under a red stone guides the way
The embers of his words ignite our souls
My love and I, we will follow
We’ll find our valley of the moon