Letras:Theatre Of Tragedy. Decades (bonustrack).

Here are the young men,
A weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men,
Well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors
Of hell's darker chambers
Pushed to the limits
We dragged ourselves in
Watched from the wings
As the scenes were replaying
We saw ourselves now
As we never have seen
Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered

And never were freed
Where have they been
Weary inside, now our heats
Lost forever
Can't replace the fear
Or the thrill of the chase
These rituals showed up the
Door for our wanderings
Opened and shut, then slammed
In our face
Where have they been