Through the thick mist of doubt and trust
we trod through dreams now turned to dust
Many have haven fallen to the blade of fear
they gave up and fell victim to its snare
They could not stand to bare the eyes of death
before it spoke they relinquished their breath
But here we stand in the midst of the aftermath
We will not fall or fear on this old and broken path.
we trod through dreams now turned to dust
Many have haven fallen to the blade of fear
they gave up and fell victim to its snare
They could not stand to bare the eyes of death
before it spoke they relinquished their breath
But here we stand in the midst of the aftermath
We will not fall or fear on this old and broken path.