Decades
Here are the young men, the weight on their shouldersHere are the young men, well where have they been?We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamberPushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves inWatched from the wings as the scenes were replayingWe saw ourselves now as we never had seenPortrayal of the trauma and degenerationThe sorrows we suffered and never were free
Where have they been?
Weary inside, now our heart's lost foreverCan't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chaseEach ritual showed up the door for our wanderingsOpen then shut, then slammed in our face
Where have they been?Where have they been?