Oh, my dying hands deny
As seasons dance around
I am but one amongst this losing race
The massive fear resoundsI come before the greater good of men
My lessons learned to lie
I am a son of war, my fathers son
I've amassed a forced allyWho travels on?
Who travels on?
Who travels on?These empty souls charade
As colors fade then fold
I've begun to spin the hands of time my love
Desperate men are soldI come before the greater good of men
My lessons learned to lie
You're hanging by the threads of your lesser sins
At the expense of your declineWho travels on?
Who travels on?
Who travels on?And I come from near and far
And I come from face to face
And I've come to carry on, yeah
Underneath it all
Oh, underneath it allOh, underneath it all
I come to carry on
Underneath it all, yeah