Where the Piri-Birds Sing

Not all men are heroes And not all demons are locked Below the heath Where the piri-birds sing Who among us will replace them In the songs of old? Where will power's shadow fall? Who will have to crawl Before the throne? Perhaps it will be those who remember In brightened day, that blackest night Lingers just beyond the sun. Or perhaps it will be no-one at all Who sits on the throne above the heath While those who one time slept beneath Sing our praises