Decades

here are the young men, a weight on their shoulders

here are the young men - well where have they been?

we knocked on doors of hell's darker chambers

pushed to the limits, we dragged ourselves in

watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying

we saw ourselves now as we never had seen

portrayal of the traumas and degeneration

the sorrows we suffered and never were free

where have they been --

weary inside, now our heart's lost forever

can't replace the fear or the thrill of the chase

these rituals showed up the door for our wanderings

opened and shut, then slammed in our face

where have they been --

learning lines in the rain

special effects by loonatik and drinks

the graveyard scene

the golden years