Oh we are what we are when in danger And we are as we stand head in hand When a friend brings to light On a cold silver knife You can stare your fate right into his hand -into his hand
Oh we are what we are when we're made to Be the soul-owning guardians of land And there's always advice On a cold winter's night That your dreams are just an island in the sands Way out in the sand
Don't it seem so strange How it just don't change, yeah Things just stay the same As they've always been Some of us are out to win And some of us are out just to wane Just out to maim
Oh we are what we are when we're praying In our own way of seeking some light May the mission bell still ring Of the colourful dreams In the faith that everyone will be treated right
Will be treated right On a cold cold night Will be treated right Hell, i hope that everybody Will be treated right, yeah Will be treat right On a cold, cold, cold, night Will be treated right