Two brothers born,
theographers
Red like the earth,
his hunger cursed
The younger grabs
his healing hand
A fight began across the land
Jacob,
Esau,
the struggle never ends
A birthright's flame of fire that burns
A bowl of steel,
a stolen vow The blasting's way,
who holds it now?
The hunter roars, his arrows fly The quiet war,
his plans run sly
A part of Red,
the deal was made The elder sold what should have stayed
The father's hands, the wool they feel
The voice deceives, the truth conceals
Jacob,
Esau,
the struggle never ends A birthright's flame of fire that burns
A bowl of steel, a stolen vow
Wrestling angels in the night
Dreams of ladders,
stars in flight
The past remains,
it won't let go Till nations rise from seeds they sow