Stone Throwers Lyrics

small pines cut and thrust in earth
a ragged line on a hill
stripped trees and rough faces stagger symbols carved into the fort-side
in the river, more moan and piss collecting rounded stones comparing each to a fist
and beating their chests raw
braided wool is soaked in blood insults crudely painted
on ammunition and skulls death is worshipped
the stone throwers are calling drugged clan of outlaws
the stone throwers are howling collectors of bones