Mountain Dukes کے بول

Smoke is rising over the hills Once it's here it'll bend your will Twist the truth and we all suffer March on broken down and worn Burning winds roll in from the west Our green bills will cut you to dust and sand Now I follow the path And I'll bury my sins at the river bank Prepare for the conquering folk For some they're coming home They carved the way through To the halls of the mountain dukes We're all just the bricks we lay Fighting the dust and sand But as the Assyrians say New roads don't make us forget Where the old one were paved Burning winds roll in from the west Our green bills will cut you to dust and sand Now I follow the path And bury my sins at the river bank He said, buy me a drink and shake my hand Then you'll know my grave won't hold no name See the cracks in the roads we paved They'll take more than a lifetime to amend