I have seen the faces of eyes
that have turned to walk away
A trembling hand upon the hilt
The skies of blue turn to a dismal grey

Many feet in a foreign land
and many banners raised
This I've seen and shall see again
unless the faults of our kind
are erased

Away from the dungeons of war
where the fire falls like rain
and how many lives are spent
in a mask of flaming pain
In need of a reason
they shall stain the sinner's sword
with future hopes of gaining
a crown as the just reward...

Tears are shed over brothers lost
and half a man never feels the same
The hands still clean
of the men behind the scenes
of satan's game

I have seen the faces of those
who'll never really walk away
Empty stares
a bleeding heart
and vengence stored
'til the final day!

Away from the dungeons of war
where the fire falls like rain
And how many minds are lost
in a daze of placing blame
This is the season
to make plowshares from our swords
With future hopes of gaining
peace as the just reward!