We are only slaves to our distant youths and coming graves
And I remember our school but little of our crimes
And dark is the dusk in the city's bloodshot eyes
We are only slaves to our master's memories
And what was the nature of our glorious anger?
With our handles of wine and blood stained blazers
We are only slaves to our ghostly arms and legs
There was hardly a sound
And laying in the ruins of this golden age
But all you lions can keep your bloody pride
But for the feathers of vultures beating the ground
I worked in the fields in a dignified way
Lonely is the town
Hold the dogs at bay, your laughter was the love that ran today
Creeping behind us to another stranger
You were my song when you ripped your pretty head
Well time now has surely passed us by
But my pride was just another agent of decay
Oh my dear brothers what were your names?
While time is drifting like the ice in the hearts of the bergs
And let the laughter fly like you were burning your bread
I tried to wield a greater blade
Drifting beneath the northern lights
When we were young we said we'd never play the game
Staggering through the days to yield the seed of the golden age
The sound we fear is only our day
Dancing in our graves
