Under the streetlight glow, the shadows
laugh at me, and the decisions I've made give them all the ammo
they need-So tired of running, I'm thirsty for truth

I will not bow to the flames, freedom
is worth more to me than fame, this is the road I must choose-Born
under a bad sign, faces tell the story, they never led me anywhere,
scars under the moonlight tell of crippled glory, smell of redemption
in the air

Shatter the glass of the steeple as the
curtains of virtue are burning, silence the masses with broken wings,
can you hear the footsteps coming- The path of the righteous is
ordered, though I stand here in these rags, this road is so narrow
and lonely, but I can see the promised land, I can see the promised
land.