And I would walk with the dead Forcefed allegiance of pure regret Witness the burden of greed unchained That fertile soil that kills the grain Arise! Witness what was Not for a bleeding hand The two of us wrapped in chains Distant reminders left to reclaim If I should die before I'm through I'd curse the ground for touching you Arise! White light in a dream Cuts through as it gleams White light in our service We all bow And I would talk to myself... You'll never know the names of the fallen And the dawn of the darkest night has come And little children curse their parents for the very gift that Has made them wish that they'd be born... Again!