Blood from a Stone by Mike Rathke Lyrics

[Spoken]
Along [?] the folds of time I heard you sing your chants
Nothing echoed, but stillness stays
Keeping its cool in peacefulness
Although your song burned bright
And it bloomed upon the breeze
No one could handle this here
So they turn their eyes away
Whistling
[?] not touched, unfazed
Been sweating all the while, bullets [?]
Some things should be embraced
Even if it hurts to see the blood