MERCY 013 – Road Marks and Warning Songs | The Mercy

Thrash Metal, Southern Rock, High Energy, Heavy

(Verse 2)
They sang of wells still running and the fever by the bend,
Of raiders past the flyover and a House that sheltered friend.
They passed the verses westward through the camps that feared the night,
And changed a line when danger moved or someone cleared the right.

(Chorus)
The roads belonged no longer to the paper or the maps,
They lived in cleared-off crossings and the memory of tracks.
A mark could save a stranger, and a warning sung could guide,
For roads were kept by those who cleared, remembered, walked, and cried.

(Verse 3)
They learned a bridge was worthless if no keeper watched the span,
And every safe guest shelter needed water, law, and hand.
They marked the beds worth trusting and the towns where doors stayed barred,
While every missing road song made the next day twice as hard.

(Verse 4)
They carried news of sickness where the Long Call could not reach,
And named the flooded crossings in a rough remembered speech.
A chorus changed at every fire, a warning changed at rain,
Yet every altered traveller’s verse still carried someone’s pain.

(Bridge)
They knew a sign could weather and a traveller could lie,
They knew a song could carry truth when every tower went dry.
So witness joined with memory where the dead interstates ran,
And every scar upon the road became a living plan.

(Outro)
Now weathered marks still answer where the old directions fade,
And warning songs still travel through the roads the living made.
No nation owns the distance, and no map can name it long,
For every road belongs at last to those who mark and song.

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(Verse 1) They carved the signs at crossroads where the ash roads bore their load, And cut fresh marks on culverts where the broken bridges showed. They scored the burned-out service walls with arrows deep in stone, So every traveller following would know they walked not alone. (Verse 2) They sang of wells still running and the fever by the bend, Of raiders past the flyover and a House that sheltered friend. They passed the verses westward through the camps that feared the night, And changed a line when danger moved or someone cleared the right. (Chorus) The roads belonged no longer to the paper or the maps, They lived in cleared-off crossings and the memory of tracks. A mark could save a stranger, and a warning sung could guide, For roads were kept by those who cleared, remembered, walked, and cried. (Verse 3) They learned a bridge was worthless if no keeper watched the span, And every safe guest shelter needed water, law, and hand. They marked the beds worth trusting and the towns where doors stayed barred, While every missing road song made the next day twice as hard. (Verse 4) They carried news of sickness where the Long Call could not reach, And named the flooded crossings in a rough remembered speech. A chorus changed at every fire, a warning changed at rain, Yet every altered traveller’s verse still carried someone’s pain. (Chorus) The roads belonged no longer to the paper or the maps, They lived in cleared-off crossings and the memory of tracks. A mark could save a stranger, and a warning sung could guide, For roads were kept by those who cleared, remembered, walked, and cried. (Bridge) They knew a sign could weather and a traveller could lie, They knew a song could carry truth when every tower went dry. So witness joined with memory where the dead interstates ran, And every scar upon the road became a living plan. (Outro) Now weathered marks still answer where the old directions fade, And warning songs still travel through the roads the living made. No nation owns the distance, and no map can name it long, For every road belongs at last to those who mark and song.

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