Those stones
Standing in the wake of violence
On their own
Seems the glass is blown to sand now

I was hiding underground
All I heard was noise all around me

Oh, stones
Those stones, those stones
Those stones
Standing in the wake of violence
Standing on their own

These walls
Used to be our great protectors
Before the fall
Now they're lying in a cold pile

Send the avid to the men
Time to build with stones again
We shall build with stone
Those stones, those stones
Those stones, those stones
Those stones standing in the wake of violence
Standing on their own