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