Before I Got There Lyrics

The acrid smell of burning branches
The relics all in ruin
Broken blades atop the altar
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And the tapestry above
Torn down, trampled, then re-hung
Now illegible forever
An oracle with no tongue

All of this
All of this
All of this before I got there

And in a pit behind the altar
The bodies of the fallen
Heavy tracks up to the lip
Just to prove that they were crawling
Faces turned toward the sky
That they would never see again

Victims of the fallout
I have failed you - sweet, young men

All of this
All of this
All of this before I got there