Burn this path that we tread, blindly whatever the cost In this savage game of conquest our sacred world is lost We stand outside the circle of life and worship our myths held so right While our foundations crumble beneath us, for they are woven with lies We die, with each passing breath We watch the collapse of all that is left The barren fields of plenty stand bitter testament To mark the steps of progress written in this world's distress And we're led astray And we are enslaved The lies that we are told And learn to tell, body and soul So drown the fires of life with this blood we have shed As we enact this deadly dance, and bound by our culture we're led In this march of the damned, and do we stand a chance? To unlearn the tales of this culture, to rewrite the myths of man For we bear the shame, of this brutal reign Of domination and conquest and pain From birth we are blind, and no hour slips by Without the whispers of our mother culture, Her vision and her lies And can we survive? With this way of life For we must deny this suffering, this sickness and this strife Close your eyes...to their visions we are blind And I will turn my back on this charade A newfound worldview to light this path Through these darkest days And burn these bridges we have lain To fill the darkness with the voices of freedom, regained
Burn this path that we tread, blindly whatever the cost In this savage game of conquest our sacred world is lost We stand outside the circle of life and worship our myths held so right While our foundations crumble beneath us, for they are woven with lies We die, with each passing breath We watch the collapse of all that is left The barren fields of plenty stand bitter testament To mark the steps of progress written in this world's distress And we're led astray And we are enslaved The lies that we are told And learn to tell, body and soul So drown the fires of life with this blood we have shed As we enact this deadly dance, and bound by our culture we're led In this march of the damned, and do we stand a chance? To unlearn the tales of this culture, to rewrite the myths of man For we bear the shame, of this brutal reign Of domination and conquest and pain From birth we are blind, and no hour slips by Without the whispers of our mother culture, Her vision and her lies And can we survive? With this way of life For we must deny this suffering, this sickness and this strife Close your eyes...to their visions we are blind And I will turn my back on this charade A newfound worldview to light this path Through these darkest days And burn these bridges we have lain To fill the darkness with the voices of freedom, regained
