as the seasons change 
the sailors have dug up our graves 

one by one, by now it seems 
the sailors have dug up our graves 

now it’s far too late to begin 
my whole lifestory again 
all treasures that i had found 
still buried underground 
still buried underground 

with the face of a machine 
the beast dreams of what it longs to be 
if only had it seen 
the wars fought under its paw 

waking up to sounds of pain, 
we couldn’t help but close our eyes 
before the green of spring arrives 

roaming waves will flood all land, 
but we couldn’t help but save our lifes. 
the sirens called us from the sea 

at last one questions remains: 
who will lead us in the underwood? 
who will solace the ones who remain? 
i don’t mean to defend the devil. 
and i know there’s nothing [bad word]  
there’s nothing i can think of 
that i wouldn’t trade for you 
so here’s what little that i have 
you can wait for me to take it back. 

there’s really nowhere i want to be 
but no matter how far away 
i’ll pay the price 
i’ll pay the price 

solemn times, 
laughing and smiling and dancing 
but only memories 
a distant light 
that tries to hide 
whenever i feel like 

there’s no reason 
to carry on 
wandering and wondering 
how all of this 
turns to [bad word] 
making me wish for 

solemn times, 
laughing and smiling and dancing 
but only memories 
a distant light 
that tries to hide 
the horrors of today 

it’s time to turn the tides 
we all gave our best to defend what is left 
but nothing, nothing was made to last 
we’re born to be washed away and fade out in the waves