Lirieke: Thrice. Live at the House of Blues. Flags Of Dawn.

This darkness would eclipse our will
A cold wind blows across these hills
A swinging gaze from a hangman's tree
A crow's nest view of what's left to see

The light that's formed
Of saints return the silence to the snow
Still beneath the craters waiting
For this time to grow

So hold on, hold tight
Open daylight we will overcome

So put away your fear the morning star will soon appear
And bring an end to this dark night
And we must run if we're to meet the light
Watered by the blood of martyrs

Blessed and blind as sons and daughters
Sleep with one eye open and live with both eyes shut
So let's find the place where sight begins
And see the things that we saw when our
Eyes were bright and wet against the light

And hold on, hold tight
Open daylight we will overcome

Open your eyes over the new sight
Fly the flags of dawn