Welcome to the fatherland
Have you come to see the light?
Where all the sons of earth and sky
are watching you tonight.
They're tapping on your window panes
They whisper in the silence
in darkened shades of dirt and blood
unvanquished by the violence
Sharpened heels will click and mar
Their edges bite the pavement
wrapped in arms of mystic gods
Alone in their bereavement
Now fingers drift down empty rails
A train roars past undaunted
No one hears their empty cries
these hallowed halls now haunted
A quick salute to those lived
A tear for innocence lost
A toast to those who fought and died
and bear this deadly cost
Spirits turn to faded white
Fear whistles down these tracks
My ghostly fathers ride these rails
There is no turning back