Its time

the static on the radio as unclean as ever it was

but clearly came the broadcast

hope sinking fast

the storm from beneath us had come

unleash the machines

let them empty magazines into the sky

there never were designs should the chemicals fail

i can see the tears through her funeral veil

we are only the ghosts of heroes

angels of the night shine brightly

we are only the ghosts of heroes

child grab your wooden sword and stand behind me now

dont be afraid

you wont find lies behind these teeth of mine

sharp as they may be

our battle hardened hands are still quite warm and comforting

weapons are useless

its all on you now

believe in your strength

remember your faith

and dont let the darkness take this place

look to the east son thats where youll find us screaming your name

say the prayer

fly away

your eyes are bright but theres a darkness inside