Our Last Crusade Mad Men
Housed in the setting sun
The western world has won
Brought through the times of change
Voices no longer heard
If we stand not on the shoulders of giants
How will we ever see change?
The faithful man has had his last confession
We now live for the father of greed
A creation of loathing and spite
Mark my words
We will see darker times
The darkest times man has known
We chose to ignore the signs
Let the mad men free
The earth must take back
All that we have stolen
We will live through blood
The faithful man has had his last confession
We now live for the father of greed
A creation of loathing and spite
Mark my words
If we stand not on the shoulders of giants
How will we ever see change?
Let the mad men free
So that we can be
Sent into the sea
Let the mad men free
So that we can be
Sent into the sea
Let the mad men free
So that we can be
Sent into the sea
Let the mad men free
If we stand not on the shoulders of giants
Then how will we ever see change?
Let the mad men free
Let the mad men free
Housed in the setting sun
The western world has won
Brought through the times of change
Voices no longer heard
The faithful man has had his last confession
We now live for the father of greed
A creation of loathing and spite
Mark my words
