Believe you
Will I become the solemn stone?
Where strangers hold the weight of broken bones?
What will remain, what will decay?
The darkened hour will lead our way
What will remain, what will decay?
The darkened hour

Will I face the fire?
Will I face the burn?
Will I rise from ashes
No way to return

Freedom has faced the sorrow
Created by those who claim
That it must be followed
But chains cloud my brain

Blhe
Will I embrace the silence cold?
Where echoes fade and stories left untold?
What will remain, What will decay?
The darkened hour will lead our way
What will remain, What will decay?
The darkened hour

Will I face the fire?
Will I face the burn?
Will I rise from ashes
No way to return

Freedom has faced the sorrow
Created by those who claim
That it must be followed
But chains cloud my brain

Believe you