Where the past meets the present we walk hand in hand,. Barefoot and naked--but kings of our land,. The souls of my forefathers course through my veins as I watch the.
An apple in the eye of the storm that's coming. When winds of change sweep 'cross the land. These "old grey men" have braved the weather. Watched kingdoms fall while they still stand..
I'm standing at the. crossroads of my life -. nothing to lose.. Each path leads to oblivion,. whichever one I choose.. Rising from the ashes of my plight.