Decades

Here are the young men
The weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men, Well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors of hells darker chambers
Pushed to the limit 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 trauma and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered and never were free
Where have they been? Where have they been?
Where have they been? Where have they been?
Weary inside now our hearts lost forever
Can't replace the fear or the thrill of the chase
Each ritual showed up the door for our wonderings
Open then shut then slammed in our face
Where have they been? Where have they been?
Where have they been? Where have they been?