We are the faces that are burned in your eyes
Faces of those you left behind
That none can remember
When everything was better for all
Those days we keep in our hearts
Keep in our flesh till days end Pray for those days to steay and never face the sorrow again
I'll become what they fear the most
The light in the darkness
Blood for those who have nothing left I am the bringer of hope I'll become what they fear the most of all
I'll be the nightmare you never wake up from
We can stand up against the world
Holding on to our own ground
Never to face again
Those who try to take it all
From our own worn hands
From our cold dead hands