BEHOLD THIS PROUD CRESTFALLEN PARADE DEAD BODIES TOWERED UP LIKE THIS DIVIDING RAMPART THE HOPES OF YESTERDAY FORGOTTEN AND INTERRED BURNT TO THE GROUND LACERATE MY NEVERLAND BELAUDED MY OTHERWORLD ELAPSED MY SILVER LINING ANOTHER FALSE DAWN COLLAPSED A GLIMPSE OF OUR SAFE HOME PERISHED IN BIBRACTE ANOTHER HOPE DEARLY PAYED WHEN WE ALL WERE BETRAYED THE END TO OUR EXODUS BEHOLD THIS EGREGIOUS MOCKERY WE REFUSED TO BOW DOWN OUR OWN GODSDAMN BLOOD WAS THE PRICE WE HAD TO PAY SANTONES LAND WE NEVER GOT TO SEE WHEN THE FIENDS COME MARCHING IN... WHEN THE FIENDS COME MARCHING IN...
