Oh we are what we are when in danger
 And we are as we stand head in hand 
 When a friend brings to light 
 On a cold silver knife 
 You can stare your fate right into his hand
 -into his hand

 Oh we are what we are when we're made to
 Be the soul-owning guardians of land
 And there's always advice 
 On a cold winter's night 
 That your dreams are just an island in the sands
 Way out in the sand
 Don't it seem so strange
 How it just don't change, yeah 
 Things just stay the same 
 As they've always been 
 Some of us are out to win
 And some of us are out just to wane
 Just out to maim

 Oh we are what we are when we're praying
 In our own way of seeking some light 
 May the mission bell still ring 
 Of the colourful dreams 
 In the faith that everyone will be treated right

 Will be treated right
 On a cold cold night
 Will be treated right
 [bad word]  i hope that everybody 
 Will be treated right, yeah
 Will be treat right
 On a cold, cold, cold, night
 Will be treated right