Down here in this world of chains One man's loss is another man's gain There's a broken half that makes us whole We're all comrades in the spirit wars Comrades in the spirit wars Broken half that makes us whole I will never forget what I already know We all have a common soul Remember the time we all were slaves When our only reward was an early grave Our spirits lived behind closed doors Like a lighthouse burning out in a storm Remember the time we all were kings Hoarding power and material things Weath enough to dim the stars From those days we bear these scars Remember the time we all were free There was no distance between you and me Power of god renew our souls Like light pouring out from an empty bowl