Sanoja: Awoken. Death Or Glory. No-One Questions.

We?re silenced before we?ve spoke.

So bow your heads when you realise everything you poured your heart in,
is tearing you limb from limb.

What dreams are made when hope is shattered?
What else remains, but broken oaths and vacant minds?

No-one questions.

I am witness to the dawn of a sinister reign.
We?re taught to believe suffocation will set us free,
and who are we to change what?s destined?
Did we close our eyes or simply look the other way?

What dreams are made when hope is shattered?
What else remains, but broken oaths and vacant minds?

No one follows, no one takes lead.
Our state of mind, swallowed by greed.
As we pass the torch, the flames are extinguished