A new time will come
Through valley's deep and mountains high
Where the mist lays thick on a mountain side
Where trees grow tall and empires rise
enough power in their hands to crack open the sky
Streets paved with gold and values of old
Million men marching, do as they're told
And when the blade rips through ribcage and flesh
They all will realise they were put to the test
An eye for an eye might leave the whole world blind
And as the last breath leaves, well, I guess it's my time
But refusing to see what's right before my eyes
Make me weaker to catch the disease of lies
The cries will echo though the cold night air
Ever-falling deeper in the pit of despair
When disorder and dismay, guests here to stay
find a place for their feet and spread the disarray
Who will still see green leaf and tree?
Cool water running, flowing ever so free
A new time will come when all the madness has gone
And men would again love and care for their young
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