As the mad man now cedes power to his throne
His subjects all abandoned
left on their own
To the great unknown, our road looks hard and long
But a kingdoms heart is open
As our feet they lead us on and on to
Where we belong
These hearts made strong
Once weak, now one
Have the power to
Untwist the screw and go
No
Weve got sickness in these bones
But we wont back down, if its down to you
No
Stripped the witless of his throne
And we wont look back, if its back to you
From the aftermath of failure we find hope
The promise of the prophet, to carry on
Optimism now unshackled, and unchained
Gives breath back to the artist
Whose canvas stretches on and on to
Where we stand strong
Freedoms new song
Once weak, now one
Disposed casually
No more casualties of war