What shepherds of these hills?!
What stewards of our guild?!
Time ain't been kind to them
We know that history will be the harshest judge
We're sat on the jury, but we are all condemned
For that April, court square, lynch mob, Easter offering
Tell me how many there were
How many were there
So eager to have blood stained hands?
There were over five thousand strong
They gathered there
What shepherds of these hills?!
