They turned my words into a funeral pyre I'd rather be in exile than a liar But I'm not ashamed I believe in all I say Too scare to be afraid As my truth will find a way
The silver strangers They dance around the lacerated angels In the rising flames Nothing can change us As one we fight despite the deadly dangers The art remains
A gallery of enemies all wait To use their sixty different words for hate And so I play their game But I will never be enslaved Indissidence we pray And live to cry another day
The silver strangers They dance around the lacerated angels In the rising flames Nothing can change us As one we fight despite the deadly dangers But the art remains But the art remains...
The silver strangers They dance around the lacerated angels And fan the flames So who will save us Injustice for the lustful and the faithless But the art remains With hearts untamed