Here are the young men
  A weight on their shoulders
  Here are the young men
  Well, where have they been?
  We knocked on the doors of hell 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
  Portrayel of the traumas and degeneration
  The sorrows we suffered and never were freed
  Where have they been?
  
  Weary inside
  Now our hearts lost forever
  Can't replace the fear
  Or the thrill of the chase
  These rituals showed up the door for our wonderings
  Opened and shut
  Then slammed in our face
  Where have they been?