Band Of Brothers

Band of Brothers, you're worn out of tears
Expecting no other to burden your fear
Band of Brothers, if your city should fall
We're in trouble
I hear you call
I hear you call
So what is holy?
I thought we were made for grace
This war is folly
If we don't do and just think
We are part of the oppressors bloodstained ink
So what is holy?
I thought we were made for grace
Deploying this foolishness
A grim of an evil face
Sinister and ugly
Band of Brothers we are connected through tears
The moonlight will cover and guard over bones
White and clear

I you can not breath
This can not prevail
History teach you nothing it seems
If your're an imbecile
History could teach us everything
You just need to show some will
So let him sleep
And let us dream
And let us wake for this world
And wake up