you see the ghost who hold our past,
holding a hope that has no hope to last,
you see the angels their wings died black,
fighting to get our hope back,

there's so many candles,
with our names inscribed inside,
so many lives to save today,
revenge is the one who's kin hath died,

we march to the drums,
of the heartless and come,
with our masks we hold true,
to everything we ever knew,

see our wings tinted with gold,
but days of heaven are old,
see the children in the rain,
the silent parade of pain,

but we are fighting for this world,
fighting for the ones who have no hope,
listen to our battle call,
never will we fall..