We are prisoners to regret
When we replay mistakes
Over and over again
We are so tied to the absolute
But what does it mean?
How far can we tow this burden?
Its the call to the warrior as we dissolve into resolve
In the sand the lines been drawn
But we keep marching on
Through the darkness we will fight until we find a way
For they cannot preach both free will and fate
My lungs have set fires
Fickle men cannot decide my destiny
Here I stand, I will hold my ground
It's on this road we have learned the face and shape of betrayal
And all of it's names.
In the sand the lines been drawn
But we keep marching on and on
Through the darkness we will fight until we find a way
For they cannot preach both free will and fate
How the deaf are blessed
My lungs have set fires
Its the call to the warrior
Here I stand
I will hold my ground
