The promise that was handed down was never what it seems Do we live a life of wonder or a curse of broken dreams Do we rise up from the ashes, begin the next crusade Or burn upon the alter of the terror that we've made Do we cower in the shadows or step into the light Embrace the blinding fury borne of chaos' holy might Rise up from the darkness, put an end to wicked schemes Or do we bow our heads and follow someone else's dream The promise slips away Another broken dream Will we ever heed the warnings sent from up above To build a brighter future in a world of peace and love Do we only hear the trumpet calling from below And destroy this lowly planet leaving nothing left to show Once a land of milk and honey, now it slowly rots away Living in a world of broken promise