Standing heeere, I reaaalize

You were just like me trying to make historyyy!

But who's to judge the right from wrong?

When our guard is down, I think we'll both agree

That violence breeds violence

But in the end, it has to be this way!

I've carved my own path

You followed your wrath

But maybe we're both the saaame...

The world has turned, and so many have burned

But nobody is to blaaame!

Yet, staring across this barren, wasted land

I feel new life will be born beneath the blood-stained sand

Beneath the blood-stained sand