Facing History And Ourselves

Darkness rises over the hills, the sun ends its day
New life begins somewhere, other life will fade
Equal to the time our lives are moving swift
The age of the old men is on the eve of birth.

I was never alone, never at home
Always out in the field
I always stayed strong, kept going on
Felt like it all depended on me.

Moonlight masks the blood, an ease like nothing happened
The tables cleaned, a new verse in the rhyme of war
Now and never, we all face some sort of war inside
Let the night take you away and reverse the time, reverse the sign.

I was shown a path before me
A route to follow, a sign to guide me home
Facing history and ourselves
An end will come to this war and we'll soon be free.

Whispers rule the town, the word grows fast, the lies even more
Hope is the new call, a new horizon, a new shore
We march along with dawn, onwards with the rising sun
Nevermore, to return to this fear and cursed battle.