Onward we go, soldiers of misfortune, soldiers of soul
Night after night, looking for some kind of heavenly light
Time passes by, she pulls the veil over all of our eyes
She whispers in the wind the sacred collection of all of our sins
Where do we go from here
How do we find our way
What if our hearts turn to stone
How will we find our way home
Deep in our hearts there is a madness that tears us apart
But we still believe that we can live the impossible dream