The dry weed's tumble causes worry It carries a matter that raises brows In times like these it'll silence all wonders All will seek out the hayman's banner Here they gather from all far corners The past has placed them there From dark silhouettes it treads to light The cattle builds a silent awe The minion leader speaks The words touch out to all tongues Its cords bleed the entire farm It even feeds the deaf The message reaches most Inside the outline a different note is forming A few years are put to rest The bigger herd grows weary The echoes, still present in the fields The words touched out to all tongues Leaving a lasting sensation on the walker They've even fed the deaf The roaring caught most Inside the outline a different note has formed The few years are put to the test The bigger herd grows in numbers The hinges break and the lid blows wide open Before the air catches its breath diffusion Riders of red are freed to devour The earth shakes and the barns are lit Shepherd's ranch is sent to hell