Fault lines shook me,
every chance that they could get,
and I'll try to stay awake,
as long as I can,
but I'm not scared to lose my skin.
Do you feel the night ahead?
They're speaking with,
the language of the dead,
but I've put my daggered heart,
where my mouth is,
and I'm not scared to lose my skin.
Do you feel the night ahead?
I just know that it won't be long,
before this dark night is finally gone.
I'll be the light your eyes can see,
a fire to set the captives free.
Raise your weathered
sails to brave the sea,
oh brothers in arms to me.