They're coming for all of you and your kind Balcony table for two We'll watch the fight Or brandish your weapon Raise your right Hand to the sky And bear it's light You were chosen son Come see a place Where our enemy's won Who's to say this world Won't end the same way? Who's to say? This vessel has become Some sort of broken one And nothing I can see Will guide me through This violent task before me No strength to resist, no strength Wrenching me from this husk Instilling a new purpose To fight this scourge These stones have heard The weakening Then wakening This twist in my gut That makes me sing Why?