Here we stand as the forces blow across the land. Open minds and now open sores but no open hand. Hiding in our trench of steel to witness the blast. Nothing to say and now nothing to feel now it's hopeless and past.
There's a story to tell about mister Jones. He rides adventure into the night. Not a man of iron but a man with goals. He opens dreams to let in light.
Questioning the future with flaming intent. I kneel before the temples of ice. Crystalized walls rise to ten thousand feet. Behind lies the answers to life.