Those stones Standing in the wake of violence On their own Seems the glass is blown to sand now I was hiding underground All I heard was noise all around me Oh, stones Those stones, those stones Those stones Standing in the wake of violence Standing on their own These walls Used to be our great protectors Before the fall Now they're lying in a cold pile Send the avid to the men Time to build with stones again We shall build with stone Those stones, those stones Those stones, those stones Those stones standing in the wake of violence Standing on their own