This Is The Sound Of The Lost,
The Beaten And Brocken,
Rising Up And Finding What Has Been,
Taken From Us, From The Shadows Of The Past,
From The Depth Of Our Own Failures,
Slipping Forward Into The Lies,
Denying Our Demise,
Descamanting What Was Eternity,
But Which You Only, (You Can With Taking Apart Me?)
Give Me Your Brocken,
Give Me Your Beaten,
I Will Buld Them Up,
I Will Lead Them,
To The Threshold.
Make You Stronger,
Make You Believe,
I Am One In The Same,
But Now Im Stronger Than Eternity.
Within This Army,
This Is More Than A Battlecry,
Its The Blood Of My Lifeline,
Growing Faster.
This Is The Sound Of The Lost,
The Beaten And Brocken,
Descemating Your Fears,
Stronger Than Ever,
The Young Have Retrieved,
Accention, Reducing Prophecies.
Now We're Stronger Than Ever,
Stronger Than Ever.
Give Me Your Brocken,
Give Me Your Beaten,
I Will Buld Them Up,
I Will Lead Them,
To The Threshold.
To The Threshold,
This Is More Than A Battlecry!
We Were The Brocken,
We Were The Beaten,
I Was Once Like You,
Now I Push Myself To The Threshold.
Because I Am Stronger,
Because I Believe,
Now I Spit The Face Of Defeat,
Now Stronger Than All
