Oh, my dying hands deny As seasons dance around I am but one, most this loser race The massive fear resounds
I come before the greater good of men My lessons learned to lie I am a son of war, my father's son I've amassed a forced ally
Who travels on? Who travels on? Who travels on?
These empty souls charade As colors fade then fold I've begun to spin the hands of time, my love Desperate men are sold
I come before the greater good of men, good of men My lessons learned to lie You're hanging by the threads of your lesser sins At the expense of your decline
Who travels on? Who travels on? Who travels on?
And I come from near and far And I come from face to face And I come to carry on, on Underneath it all Oh, underneath it all
Oh, underneath it all I come to carry on Underneath it all, yeah
