Wake the sleeping Wake the sleeping The town is on it's knees The town is on it's knees The city is surrounded, By a nation that's holding guns The city is surrounded, By a nation that's holding guns The city is surrounded Torches can light the path From the fields to the rivers Take the children to the sand They don't need to see this Cast your spells, swear by the stars Some cry for miracles Nightmares have been traded for dreams And you have buried all your angels Angels No hands are free from blood, no hands No hands are free from blood, no hands No hands are free... All their stomachs are full Surrounded! They sold their souls for gold You've buried all your angels