[Intro — Slow toms, low brass] [Tarn — Male bass] I heard them. [Dorn — Male spoken] Stay down. We heard them too. [Verse 1 — Sable, female lead] Two lean raptors at the scrub line, Eyes upon the resting herd. I stepped out across their approach, Didn't waste a second word. Dorn came round the outer boulder, Three horns lowered toward the gap. Tarn began to lift his armour— [Dorn — Male] No. We've got your back. [Chorus — Dorn lead; Sable answers] YOU DON'T GET THE TIRED ONES! [Sable] Not because they cannot stand! [Dorn] YOU DON'T GET THE SMALL ONES! [Sable] While we're here upon this land! [Both] Twelve behind the stone together, One worn friend allowed to rest— We are more than what keeps moving, More than those who fight the best! [Verse 2 — Dorn, male lead] One rushed low beside the boulder, I turned horns into its way. Sable drove across the other, Sent it wheeling from the grey. Dust came up between our bodies, Claws cut earth instead of hide. Both fell back into the scrub line— We did not pursue outside. [Tarn — Male spoken] Left side. One is looking back. [Sable — Female spoken] Seen. Keep resting. [Instrumental — Sixteen bars, guitars and brass] [Bridge — Tarn, deep male singing] I can name the shape beyond us. I can tell you what I see. But I haven't got another charge Waiting underneath these plates. [Dorn — Male, quietly] You don't owe us one. [Final Chorus — Sable lead; male choir] YOU DON'T GET THE TIRED ONES! Let the answer shake the stone! Here on Titans Maw's hard shoulder, No one holds the edge alone. Twelve still gathered in the shelter, Three escorts, no chase declared— We can hold a place for resting While the danger's still out there. [Outro] [Sable — Female spoken] Both beyond the scrub. Still watching. [Dorn — Male spoken] Then we hold here. [Tarn — Male bass] Good. I wasn't finished sitting. [End]
