Finally at war Our armies gather out on plains The silence grows, the sun sets soon And the rain will wash it all away
Now we’re all alone at sea St. Mary‘s guiding the cursed few Through highest waves and darkest nights And the rain will wash it all away
Then down we fall Still holding on to Each other’s grudge We’re variations on a theme
In spite of everything For all we‘ve built and we’ve sold In spite of all broken vows One hundred bitter years In spite of all misery For all we’ve raped and we’ve torn In spite of bale and of fear One thousand bitter tears
So here we are The dreamers of a long lost worn out dream And still we are Like jesters rowing blindly toward the storm And still our hearts are stained with memory And the rain will wash it all away
Now a gold-haired girl Is singing charms into my ears Forgetting war, forgetting pain And the rain will wash it all away
And soon we will rise Our armies at peace Still I’m holding onto Something, somewhere, sometime
In spite of everything For all we‘ve built and we’ve sold In spite of all broken vows One hundred bitter years In spite of all misery For all we’ve raped and we‘ve torn In spite of bale and of fear One thousand bitter tears
So here we are The dreamers of a long lost worn out scheme And still we are Like lovers racing blindly towards the end Our crippled souls stained with reflection And the rain will wash it all away
In spite of everything For all we‘ve built and we’ve sold In spite of all broken vows One hundred bitter years In spite of all misery For all we’ve raped and we‘ve torn In spite of bale and of fear One thousand bitter tears
So here we are Designers of a long lost worn out scheme And still we are Like lovers racing blindly towards the end Our crippled souls stained with reflection And the rain will wash it all away
In spite of everything For all we‘ve built and we’ve sold In spite of all broken vows One hundred bitter years In spite of all misery For all we’ve raped and we‘ve torn In spite of bale and of fear One thousand bitter tears
So here we are The dreamers of a long lost worn out dream And still we are Like jesters rowing blindly towards the storm And still our hearts are stained with memory And the rain will wash it all away