See these lights?
Fires burning on the hillside
Northern tribes
On the road to Nineveh
Bent and abandoned - weary and hopeless
Once again
On the run to leave the heartland
Forgotten reign
Oh my people fell from grace
Cry for my children - mourn for their souls
Weep
Remorse. Cry for my children
Weep
Grace. Healing and blessing
Yazata
So run my children
Don't swallow your cries
I stare into those
Black trauma-eyes
Yazata
Cold and starvation
In shattered walls
Mount Sinjar trembles
Our temple falls
Mass emigration
Explosive vests
Boys suicidal
Girls Jump to death
Fires burning on the hillside
Northern tribes
On the road to Nineveh
Bent and abandoned - weary and hopeless
Once again
On the run to leave the heartland
Forgotten reign
Oh my people fell from grace
Cry for my children - mourn for their souls
Weep
Remorse. Cry for my children
Weep
Grace. Healing and blessing
Yazata
So run my children
Don't swallow your cries
I stare into those
Black trauma-eyes
Yazata
Cold and starvation
In shattered walls
Mount Sinjar trembles
Our temple falls
Mass emigration
Explosive vests
Boys suicidal
Girls Jump to death