Can you hear that hum?
The hum from the hill?
Like something waking up
Shaking off the clay
Something old has come a hunting
And it will make you pay
Something’s rising from the loch
It knows you’re to blame.
Something bolder than a banner
Something older than a church
Something wider than your borders
That we’re to afraid to name
Can you hear the humming ?
The deep hum of the hills.
It’s horns are sharper
Than the liar’s tongue
It’s hooves are louder
Than your war drum.
Can you hear it coming?
Your days are done.
Storms are brewing in the fenland skies
Something’s rising from the sea
Something’s coming down the mountain
Something dashing through the trees
It was here before you
And it has your scent
Your history means nothing
It doesn’t care if you repent.
Your illusions will be shattered
It will exalt when you are gone.
All your dust will be scattered
Your days
Are done.
