Lindsay Phillips - When It Rains (Tears and Ashes) Lyrics

The black gate is open
Rabid hordes issue through
The clock hands are tethered
And the hours become few
The oceans are rising
Once great rivers are pools
While sentinels gather wealth and privilege
For fools

There's a full moon rising
And graves to be filled
There are tools being sharpened
And no rich soil to till
When it rains tears and ashes
Our songs and voices be stilled

Nations and armies
Spears and arrows fired and thrown
The timely release of dust
Two hemispheres aglow
For twelve million vagrant victims
No direction home
While wage rights and native title
Fill fictional tomes