Letra de Decades (Live at MIF)
Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders Here are the young men, well, where have they been? We knocked on the doors of Hell's darker chamber Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves inWatched from the wings as the scenes were replaying We saw ourselves now as we never had seen Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration The sorrows we suffered and never were freeWhere have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been?Weary inside, now, our heart's lost forever Can't replace the fear for the thrill of the chase Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings Open, then shut, then slammed in our faceWhere have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been? Where have they been?