Texty: Fields. 7 From The Village. Heretic.

Come and see
That drowns the land
Heretic
Fallen from
His ivory tower
Shake the walls
Shack him to
His work of strength

Weighs him down
Chime a bell
For all to hear
Bring him here

Call to arms
Your engineer
Make me strong
Build a wall
To serve me well
Build it tall

Focused on
Your house outside
Fence me in
Wait in fear
Inside your home
Heretic