We'll all find our sacrifice tomorrow, Our journey on towards a brighter day, Silent tears we left behind, still so far away, Across the endless sands, Through the fields of our despair, Dream for all eternity, we stand, yeah, Rise above the universe

Finally all the world will see. Rise again before the endless silence. Burn your soul before we'll all be free. Light the path beneath the blackened, burning sky! One final sacrifice, this night belongs to me. Turn back before the dawn of Winter. So far

I try to make it stop Hard work don't stop When you know what you got Sacrifice ain't that hard Feel like depending on me Sometimes we ain't meant to be free And I know that we have asked for change Don't be scared to put the fears to shame Don't feel,

Fuck it I sacrificed it And if it's real real love then you make sacrifices I done gave up so much free time knowing time ain’t free Fuck it though that's how hungry my appetite is My girl show me love, she know I made sacrifices To get ahead man you

Never the heroes, we were made to fight We're on fire but on a leash We only ever wanted peace Never the heroes, we were just sacrificed at war Like a cobra they will strike And like lions caged we'll fight We were taken not by choice They put anger in

We'll all find our sacrifice tomorrow, Our journey on towards a brighter day, Silent tears we left behind, still so far away, Across the endless sands, Through the fields of our despair, Dream for all eternity, we stand, yeah, Rise above the universe

Soon we will be gone A free will sacrifice As free men we are born And free we shall die See them gathered on the plains now See an army strong and vast As long as one of us remains here None of them will ever pass Here they come so raise the shields high

This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices from the altar bed To procreate the unholy bastard Tonight we're summoned for a divine cause Remembrance, no But for their future loss Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar Beduins and nomads

What do they keep on fighting for? Victor was born The spring of '44 And never saw His father anymore The child of sacrifice Child of war Another son who never had A father after Leningrad

Were you there? The sky is falling on me As your hand's turning old and weak I'm giving myself upon to thee A futile sacrifice gone sere Do you feel the thorns? Do you see the tears? Do you see the bloodshed in this fell war? Have you forsaken us?