Paroles:
I stood above them all and watched for days
I felt as though my own kind
were all that mattered and kept me sane
I gathered them to me, watched their hunted pass
away as if direction had finally come
A resurrection for all our selves
One day we'll see our names
in stone where fires burn
The great who silent stood among
you never praised nor never known
Our thoughts defined the passing days
Sensed the spirit, seized the age
After all these years to dream again
Like smiling children with faces raised
Cheering their path Tomorrow's glory days
And we who were so scorned
shall always wish to make their end
Our words to still their voice
Our hands to break their worthless necks
One day we'll see our names
in stone where fires burn
The great who silent stood among
you never praised nor never known
Our thoughts defined the passing days
Sensed the spirit, seized the age
After all these years to dream again
Like smiling children with faces raised
Cheering their path Tomorrow's glory days
And we who were so scorned
shall always wish to make their end
Our words to still their voice
Our hands to break their worthless necks
I felt as though my own kind
were all that mattered and kept me sane
I gathered them to me, watched their hunted pass
away as if direction had finally come
A resurrection for all our selves
One day we'll see our names
in stone where fires burn
The great who silent stood among
you never praised nor never known
Our thoughts defined the passing days
Sensed the spirit, seized the age
After all these years to dream again
Like smiling children with faces raised
Cheering their path Tomorrow's glory days
And we who were so scorned
shall always wish to make their end
Our words to still their voice
Our hands to break their worthless necks
One day we'll see our names
in stone where fires burn
The great who silent stood among
you never praised nor never known
Our thoughts defined the passing days
Sensed the spirit, seized the age
After all these years to dream again
Like smiling children with faces raised
Cheering their path Tomorrow's glory days
And we who were so scorned
shall always wish to make their end
Our words to still their voice
Our hands to break their worthless necks
