Dead Work [USA] - Expulsion

Silence brought forth by snow Erasing these trails of woe Each body forced to kneel Acculturation enforced by steel There is no mercy in these laws Justified by the wise and awful grace of god Before the ink starts to dry The cogs are set to spin Muzzled backs pushing west Existence is their only sin Through forests and rivers A country delivered The altar is painted With blood spilled From those whom you have claimed to save These rolling plains Will echo for eternity The forgotten names Ancestral chosen places No longer claimed Set free for blind expansion Emptied of graves The dead will find to solace here The sun will set O'er land out west Where sky meets earth Has found new worth The sun will rise Revealing to eyes Where earth meets sky Uncharted lands where you can die