A Nation Of Immigrants letra

Dust storm is clearing, the old familiar dream
I wave my seeing hand, asleep again on haunted land

Rode in on iron horses, their hooves that crack the ground
We water them in creeks of blood; no richer oil have we found

Hear the ghosts of the west - they burn them traincars down
As peddlers we trade in death; blood and gunpowder for a crooked crown

A nation, on no man's land; no nation, on graves will stand
A nation, will be thy end. No nation, for cursed men

Wayfarer - Letras

• A High Plains Eulogy
• A Nation Of Immigrants
• Alas And Did My Saviour Bleed?
• All Lost In Aimless Chaos
• And Pass Way
• Animal Crown
• Arts And Warcrafts
• Black Plumes Over God's Country
• Catcher
• Collide
• Daughter Of Time
• Deathless Tundra
• Ever Climbing
• False Constellation
• Fire & Gold
• How Long (love Constraining To Obedience)
• Jesus, Savior, Pilot Me
• Masquerade Of The Gunslingers
• Old Souls' New Dawn
• On And By
• On Horseback They Carried Thunder
• Our Hands
• Power In The Ground
• Reaper on the Oilfields
• Salvation
• Same Kids
• Shall We Gather At The River?
• Still Eyes
• The Cattle Thief
• The Crimson Rider (Gallows Frontier, Act I)
• The Crows Ahead Cry War
• The Dreaming Plain
• The Fever Of Those Years
• The Hunger
• The Iron Horse (Gallows Frontier, Act Ii)
• The Stranger
• The Thousand Tombs Of Western Promise
• To Enter My House Justified
• Vaudeville
• Watch You Bloom
• What Wondrous Love Is This?