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