As we stand in line
In the pouring rain
Where the mist settles down on us all
With the sound of the children we've left behind
Makes us choke on our fear even more
As the smoke becomes fake and all we can see
Is the flames of the fading fall
We return to the naked, won't we flea
With our medals still never worn
When we fall, to the sea
And we will, be assured
For what we believe
Can return to us all?
To the will of a master's drum we strive
Filled with hate that feeds before
With the thoughts of our minds we've left behind
Is enough to give for us all
When we fall, to the sea
And we will, be assured
For what, we believe
Can return to us all
When we fall, to the sea
And we will, be assured
For what, we believe
Can return to us all
When we fall, to the sea
And we will, be assured
For what, we believe
Can return to us all
