Let us walk the market's throng today,
Let us walk the market's throng today.
Tears, a weeping eye, a soul's lament,
These are not enough, the path misspent.
The accusations of love, not enough to say,
Let us walk the market's throng today,
Let us walk the market's throng today.
Through fields of whispers, dance and sway,
Through fields of whispers, dance and sway,
Dust on our heads, blood on our hands, we pray,
The desert awaits, the youth goes astray.
Let us walk the market's throng today,
Let us walk the market's throng today.
The city's ruler, the crowd's disdain,
The city's ruler, the crowd's disdain,
Arrows of blame, stones of a hateful rain,
Mornings of sorrow, days that bring us pain.
Let us walk the market's throng today,
Let us walk the market's throng today.
Whose breath is theirs, but their own domain?
Whose breath is theirs, but their own domain?
In the desert of souls, who can remain?
In the killer's shadow, who will sustain?
Tie up your hearts, ye wounded and sore,
Let us be slain, friends, and nothing more.
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