The Martyr of Wheeler Peak

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Lyric

as you set the first stones upon the bones in Wiltshire 
and you showed the horse to the wheel 
when the last mammoth fell on Wrangel Island 
we were here in this glacial field 

your branches are short, you depend upon your stories 
in our twisted flesh, ours are carved down to the core 
if you think you've seen misfortune in your fleeting life 
take a look at 500 more 

So strange, you set your food on fire 
and wear the skin 
and how you love, and how you trust 
the endless words you speak 
but you'll pass on a fading memory 
of the martyr of Wheeler peak 

You turn hand against hand and yet you stand together 
Long beyond your roots in the garden, and the fall 
most every creature is born to calls of warning, 
calls to breed, and separation calls 

right here, with your jagged teeth of steel 
you cut him down 
to find what you believe a prize 
we wonder why you seek 
it slips away, and he was born again 
as the martyr of Wheeler Peak