Sentries in the Ambush - The Mountain Goats

Not enough air to quite go around

So we seek lower ground

The light plays its tricks on the trees

In forests like these

Losing the prints

Of the path just ahead

Dazzled by the sun

Where’s everyone

I saw notches in the tree trunks

I saw unfamiliar footprints

I heard evil omen

Voices in the shadow

Came to a circle of stones

And nothing was left but their bones

Cover them

If you can

Leave a sign

If you can

Send up a flare

If you can

In the dry leaves where the canopy opens

Not enough flesh remaining to say

Who fought bravely today

But I knew them all when they lived

And had fight to give

High in the pines

Searching for signs

Come upon a smoking fire pit

This is it

This is it

Count up our lower numbers

See shapes among the shadows

And now we enter the fray

And nothing can stand in our way

Slaughter them

If you can

Kill them all

Where they stand

Make an example of them

In the dry leaves where the canopy opens