Lean on your sufficience
String up your pittance
Massacre your valuables
Choke the remaining beasts
You've gained the will
To gather all the vigilant

Pull back the bow, snap
The ministry of archers.

Slaughtered
I've buried those slain on the hills
We've lost more than we've gained to doubt
Best to prepare your feet
Move out in droves
Come make yourself invaluable

Pull back the bow, snap
The ministry of archers.