Servants from Sonora by A Place Left To Hide

Were blown across the land by the wind in our sails
Found everything burnt
Arrived just a moment late to safe all of you

Grey, black ashes as far as we can see
The air too thick to breathe too dark to see through
They wiped out every soul
You'll no longer be

We mourn we grief from dawn to dawn
We keep on crying on and on

But out of the cinder we draw new hope
Rise and rise again ‘til everyone will be told

Let's build new houses and cities will be formed
Declare our own country with no borders at all
Let us be leaders but footmen too
Let grace be our language and we promise he'll safe you too

But out of the cinder we draw new hope
Rise and rise again ‘til everyone will be told

He'll save you

But out of the cinder we draw new hope
Rise and rise again ‘til everyone will be told

• Rock
• post-grunge
• Buchs