It's a time wrought with fear
it's a land wrought with change
Ancestors could hear what is happening now
They would turn in their graves
They would all be ashamed
That the land of the free has been written in chains


Shadow fingers rise above
Iron fingers stab the desert sky
Oh Behold the power of man
On its tower, ready for the fall


How happy is the human soul
Not enslaved by dull control
Left to dream and roam and play
Shed the guilt of former days
Walking on the foggy shore
Watch the waves come rolling home
Through the veil of pale moonlight
My shadow stretches out its hand


Sometimes it feels like a game of deadly hide and seek
And when you're reading this, then I'll be gone
Maybe then, you will see