NOT FALLEN
(Boudreau w/ Slick/Dreher/Matthews/Matthews/Weiswasser)

Forty fathers in the sand
Call to others fist in hand
Shadows fading, dust to dust
But their bones remember
Remember

Birds circling over burning plains
They are thirsty, broken, dirty

They still hear their spirits calling
They have not forgotten
They are not forgotten

They will wander through wasted fields but they are
Far from fallen
They are far from falling down

Endless journey, caravan
Feet grow weary in the sand
Night is calling, wander lust
Cause their souls remember
Remember