Paroles de Decades

Here are the young men, a weight on their shoulders Here are the young men, well, where have they been? We knocked on doors of hell's darker chambers Pushed to the limits, we dragged ourselves in Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying We saw ourselves now as we never had seen Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration The sorrows we suffered and never were freed Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Weary inside, now our hearts lost forever Can't replace the fear or the thrill of the chase These rituals showed up the door for our wanderings Opened and shut, then slammed in our face Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been?