Ten-thousand glimmering like coals in our chest

Ball bearings drawn to the magnetic breath

Of ten-thousand weeping with wings on their tears

Amidst ten-thousand voices for ten-thousand years

For ten-thousand graves yawning unlocked and unlatched

Now ten-thousand holes with rocks on their backs

Ten-thousand tombs gaping wide singing the praise

Of ten-thousand bodies unlaced and unlaid

As the ten-thousand highways unfold their doors

For the ten-thousand standing on Nineveh's shores

Where the blood of a husband silences wars

For the girl who rises to meet him

And she sings

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome

By my song and the blood of a son

Ten-thousand rivers

Run red like my veins

Where the bones of men hum

Like a rattling cage

For sinew to cling to

And wind to remain

In ten-thousand lungs

For ten-thousand days

Breathing like a choir

Of holes in the ground

Where the cynical have lain

Where the cynical go down

Save the gravity of time

Lets go of her drowned

Like ten-thousand sparrows

Unlocked and unwound

As the ten-thousand highways unfold their doors

For the ten thousand standing on Nineveh's shores

Where the blood of a husband silences wars

For the girl who rises to meet him

And she sings

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome you

World, I have overcome

By my song and the blood of a son