Here are the young men, a weight on their shoulders
   Here are the young men, well where have they been?
   We knocked on doors of hell's darker chambers
   Pushed to the limits, we dragged ourselves in
   Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
   We saw ourselves now as we never had seen
   Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration
   The sorrows we suffered and never were freed
   Where have they been
  
   Weary inside, now our hearts lost forever
   Can't replace the fearor the thrill of the chase
   These rituals showed up the door for our wanderings
   Opened and shut, then slammed in our face
   Where have they been