The flame is burning, this land on fire My vailant birthplace, now a funeral pyre Strangers running and killing my kind Where is the answer we're trying to find Is this the end? 4x A nation in turmoil, a headless corpse There is no way to channel our force Where is our leader, who will save day Turn back the tide and make the day Just looking at each other or at the wall While all around your brothers fall Always waiting, but you'll wait too long And pretty soon it will all be gone Don't you realize that you all must lead And drag our nations up off it's knees No mans better than the next, we're all the same And the strong will survive this killing game Is this the end...