I've sworn a bow so sacred An ancient whispering so honoured The fall from grace of God Bleeding for a decade in respect The fall from grace of God Low in spirit - old in thought, so tired Evolution spinning psychotic backwards A road to madness walked by generations As the waves roll with the tide In your innerself you will hide As the waves roll with the tide In your innerself you will hide Our heritage - a sour ground Paper on table and pencil in hand An almost forgotten land Covered with ashes and sand There has to be a better place Than travelling a path of a dying race The pullotion has taken control Leaving me in a coma of souls Say goodbye, we all know why Air and sun we took for granted I'll make a bow for all we wanted As the waves roll with the tide In your innerself you will hide As the waves roll with the tide In your innerself you will hide