We are prisoners to regret When we replay mistakes Over and over again We are so tied to the absolute But what does it mean? How far can we tow this burden? Its the call to the warrior as we dissolve into resolve
In the sand the lines been drawn But we keep marching on
Through the darkness we will fight until we find a way For they cannot preach both free will and fate
My lungs have set fires Fickle men cannot decide my destiny Here I stand, I will hold my ground It's on this road we have learned the face and shape of betrayal And all of it's names.
In the sand the lines been drawn But we keep marching on and on
Through the darkness we will fight until we find a way For they cannot preach both free will and fate
How the deaf are blessed
My lungs have set fires Its the call to the warrior Here I stand I will hold my ground