Avila

Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen Never have you fallen upon this town Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen Never have you fallen upon this town The black crows are loaded With the call of things discarded The ribboned shard of battle And everything burned Have they forgotten we live here Do they think that we gave up Lay down and grew over Weeds at every turn Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen Never have you fallen upon this town Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen Never have you fallen upon this town I will not rest Until this place is full of sunlight Or at least until the darkness Is quiet for a while And we will not wait For that murder to come calling The night will simply fall And the morning will rise Oh sweet peace, never have you fallen Never have you fallen upon this town Oh sweet peace, when will you come calling When will you come calling upon this town