Psychotic Waltz Ashes
Ashes like a veil of black have lifted to the sky With the frightened face of death revealed The last ones left alive find they've nothing now Not even the vaguest memories Of what they've all been fighting for What they've to receive Find another way they say, it's over Nothing can make not a man out of so much less His eager taste for victory I'm short of impressed Where would we-be standing now if never stood we here Had we never been reborn we'd never disappear Along with all the damages we've done through all these years I wonder now I wonder now
