Marching across the desert sands Condemned to drift from land to land No food or water or heaven's rain So many tears and so much pain It's a long road the nights are so cold A thousand miles from my home Now the wasteland becomes our homeland There is no peace for those who roam...roam They call them the CHOSEN ONES But that's just a lie They call them the CHOSEN ONES Yet so many die If they're the CHOSEN ONES Under the sky Who made them the CHOSEN ONES To suffer and die Only the pain here now is real...so real Swords and arrows cannot defame When they invoke thy masters name The north star beckons beyond the gate To live in strife is their only fate...oh A thousand miles but I still roam....still I roam!!! A promise foretold, the armies can't hold The burning secrets on the scroll...still I roam...burn!
They call them the CHOSEN ONES But that's just a lie They call them the CHOSEN ONES Yet so many die If they're the CHOSEN ONES Under the sky Why must these CHOSEN ONES Suffer and die... Only the pain here now is real...march! A million miles away Oh...my god why have you forsaken me Oh...we'll never understand They call them the CHOSEN ONES But that's just a lie They call them the CHOSEN ONES Yet so many die If they're the CHOSEN ONES Under the sky Who made them the CHOSEN ONES To suffer and die... Only the pain here now is real...march! march! (Across the desert...burning sand...black sun...no rain... Burning in the sand...burn) Only the pain, only the pain, omly the pain keeps us alive The pain, the pain keeps us Alive!!! We'll never understand...