Oh my dying hands deny

As seasons dance around

I am but one amongst the losing race

The massive fear resounds

I come before the greater good of men

My lessons learned to lie

I am a son of war, my father's son

I've amassed a forced ally



Who travels on? Who travels on?



These empty souls charade

As colors fade then fold

I've begun to spin

The hands of time my love

Desperate men are sold

I come before the greater good of men

My lessons learned to lie

You're hanging on by the threads of your lesser sins

At the expense of your decline



Who travels on? Who travels on?



And I come from near and far

And I come from face to face

And I come to carry on

Underneath it all,

Oh underneath it all

Oh underneath it all



I come to carry on

Underneath it all