High above the mountains, and far below the Waves lie the only places free of all malaise That mankind has caused Tired of all the nonsense, and tired of all the bull Bet against me, underestimate this Fool - roll your dice
The guns are drawn for the final stand When you force the hand of the gambling man The rivers rise as the moon desires Only your reflection shows no scars
The sun brings the golden hands But tonight it's the end of the line Turn away from the helping hand Salvation is wasting your time Blood spills at the sacrifice Your children give you every last drop So in denial when you're sicker And it just won't stop
The guns are drawn for the final stand When you force the hand of the gambling man The rivers rise as the moon desires Only your reflection shows no scars
