Darkness rises over the hills, the sun ends its day.
New life begins somewhere, other life will fade.
Equal to the time our lives are moving swift.
The age of the old men is on the eve of birth.

I was never alone, never at home,
Always out in the field.
I always stayed strong, kept going on,
Felt like it all depended on me.

Moonlight masks the blood, an ease like nothing happened.
The tables cleaned, a new verse in the rhyme of war.
Now and never, we all face some sort of war inside.
Let the night take you away and reverse the time, reverse the sign.

I was shown a path before me,
A route to follow, a sign to guide me home.
Facing history and ourselves,
An end will come to this war and we'll soon be free.

Whispers rule the town, the word grows fast, the lies even more.
Hope is the new call, a new horizon, a new shore.
We march along with dawn, onwards with the rising sun.
Nevermore, to return to this fear and cursed battle.