Oh, we are what we are when in danger 

And we are as we stand head in hands

When a friend brings to light on a cold silver knife

You can stare your fate right into his hands 

To his hands



Oh, we are what we are when we'll name to

Be the soul-owning guardians of land

And there's always advice on a cold winter's night 

Like your dreams are just an island in the sand

Way out in the sand



Don't it seems so strange

How it just don't change 

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 aim

Just out to aim



Oh we are what we are when we're praying 

In our way of seeking some light

May the mission bells still ring of the colorful dream 

In the faith that everyone will be treated right



Will be treated right on a cold, cold night. 

Will be treated right in a hopeless fight

Will be treated right, will be treated right 

on a cold, cold, cold night 

Will be treated right