Watchmen On The Walls
rock, Cinematic hybrid: low swells around a 963Hz tonal center, evolving drones and female vocals. Start sparse with solo voice and distant frame drum pulses; strings and woodwinds enter in lamenting lines. Pre-chorus brings hand percussion and native flutes in a circular dance pattern. Chorus hits with full choir stacks, deep toms, distorted guitar undercurrent, and pulsing synths. Bridge strips back to drone, claps, and call-and-response before a final, orchestral-electronic crescendo. Female vocals, raw and prophetic, with room for echoing response lines., orchestral, folk, electronic, female vocals
Watchmen On The Walls
rock, Cinematic hybrid: low swells around a 963Hz tonal center, evolving drones and female vocals. Start sparse with solo voice and distant frame drum pulses; strings and woodwinds enter in lamenting lines. Pre-chorus brings hand percussion and native flutes in a circular dance pattern. Chorus hits with full choir stacks, deep toms, distorted guitar undercurrent, and pulsing synths. Bridge strips back to drone, claps, and call-and-response before a final, orchestral-electronic crescendo. Female vocals, raw and prophetic, with room for echoing response lines., orchestral, folk, electronic, female vocals
Lyrics
Verse 1
Smoke on the hills
Dust in the sandals
Trumpets in the far
Far dark
Calling our names
Clay jars on the floor
Bread in the oven
We trade the orphan’s crust
For silver and fame
Pre-Chorus
Voices at the crossroads
Ask us where the old road goes
We laugh and turn the other way
Load our carts for one more day
Chorus
Watchmen on the walls are crying
But we don’t lift our eyes
Drums of the north are rising
Pounding through our lies
We were warned by the wind
By the prophets’ call
Still we sharpened our knives in the marketplace halls
Now the gates shake
Gates shake
Stones start to fall
Watchmen on the walls are crying
Verse 2
Oil on our hands
Coins on the table
We dress our wounds with songs
Say “peace” and move on
Scrolls gathering dust
Right by the doorway
We sell the truth for spice
And call it a crown
Pre-Chorus
Footsteps in the distance
Echo through our dissonance
Ancient song in minor tone
Says turn around
Come back home
Chorus
Watchmen on the walls are crying
But we don’t lift our eyes
Drums of the north are rising
Pounding through our lies
We were warned by the wind
By the prophets’ call
Still we sharpened our knives in the marketplace halls
Now the gates shake
Gates shake
Stones start to fall
Watchmen on the walls are crying
Bridge
Is there balm in our city
For a heart this hard (oh)
We trade mercy for comfort
Forget who we are
[Call] Old paths calling
Calling
[Response] We would not walk
[Call] Clear word falling
Falling
[Response] We would not stop
[Call] Now fire’s crawling
Crawling
Up our proud walls
[Response] Ashes answering
Every stalled watchman’s call
Chorus
Watchmen on the walls are crying
Now we finally see
Flood of our own desiring
Breaking every street
We were warned by the wind
By the prophets’ cry
Still we covered our ears
Let the widow sigh
Now the ground shakes
Ground shakes
Nowhere to hide
Watchmen on the walls are crying
Outro
Low song in the ruins
Thin thread of mercy
If we bow in the dust
Will the road still be there
Ancient path in the silence
Waiting like a prayer
(Oh, turn us back)
Before the last stone falls through the air