Procession
I sat above them all and watched for days.
I felt as though my own kind were all that mattered and kept me sane.
I gathered them to me, watched their hunted pass away, as if direction had finally come.
A resurrection for all our selves.
I have never felt so proud as
I do now.
It's like the
Sun is placed behind me, feelings that matter never end.
One day we'll see our names in stone where fires burn.
The great who silent stood among you, never praised nor never known.
Our thoughts defined the passing days.
Sensed the spirit, seized the age.
After all these years to dream again.
Like smiling children with faces raised.
Cheering their path.
Tomorrow's glory days. ...and we who were so scorned, will always wish to make their end.
Our words to still their voice.
Our hands to break their worthless necks.
One day we'll see our names in stone where fires burn.
The great who silent stood among you, never praised nor never known.
Our thoughts defined the passing days.
Sensed the spirit, seized the age.
After all these years to dream again.
Like smiling children with faces raised.
Cheering their path.
Tomorrow's glory days. ...and we who were so scorned, will always wish to make their end.
Our words to still their voice.
Our hands to break their worthless necks.
ProcessionLRC歌词
I sat above them all and watched for days.
I felt as though my own kind were all that mattered and kept me sane.
I gathered them to me, watched their hunted pass away, as if direction had finally come.
A resurrection for all our selves.
I have never felt so proud as
I do now.
It's like the
Sun is placed behind me, feelings that matter never end.
One day we'll see our names in stone where fires burn.
The great who silent stood among you, never praised nor never known.
Our thoughts defined the passing days.
Sensed the spirit, seized the age.
After all these years to dream again.
Like smiling children with faces raised.
Cheering their path.
Tomorrow's glory days. ...and we who were so scorned, will always wish to make their end.
Our words to still their voice.
Our hands to break their worthless necks.
One day we'll see our names in stone where fires burn.
The great who silent stood among you, never praised nor never known.
Our thoughts defined the passing days.
Sensed the spirit, seized the age.
After all these years to dream again.
Like smiling children with faces raised.
Cheering their path.
Tomorrow's glory days. ...and we who were so scorned, will always wish to make their end.
Our words to still their voice.
Our hands to break their worthless necks.
