Death Prayer In Heaven's Orchard

We are born into fire
 Born beasts to hunt each other down
 Build our churches of blood and murder
 And judge our wealth by what we keep from each other
 You brother once had love in hand
 Now you keep only teeth and eyes
 You walk the desert half wolf half god
 Kicking at the skulls of husbands and daughters
 We carry our hate like slaves
 We are born buried to the grave
 Down the path to the August orchards
 The fruit and leaves are dusty with the heat
 An old dog lays like a dinosaur
 The way he's beaten by the unforgiving sun
 Beneath the trees wound within the shade
 I held your arms and held onto your legs
 All your hot tears swallowed by the dust
 With each tear our devices continue to rust
 But they sing our grace like prayers
 We are born buried in our graves
 We all run from the twisted grip
 That holds our unspeakable doom
 We live beneath those hands all our lives
 The hang over our path like the thunderheads of hell
 Run brother, keep on runnin'
 You don't have to live like the dealer of death
 Run from your god to your last dying breath
 And they'll kick the dirt over our bones
 When we call for the father's arms