From Within the Everfall Songtext / Lyric

Erecting forked sticks and rafters posts for the floor making the roof of the hut like a sea eagles nest,
They are always there at the billabong with the eagle claw at the wide expanse of water,
As they build they think of the monsoon rains, rain and wind from the west clouds spreading over from the billabong,
They cover the sides of the hut placing rails on the forked sticks we saw their bleeding hands making invocations.