No more nightmaresnThrills or painnNo more troublenTill the trouble starts againnNo survivors, doubts or shamenFriends or rivalsnIf the world goes up in flamesnAs the setting summer glowsnWhere the endless rivers flownWe will walk through the fields of goldnTo hear the silence as it growsnDown a hall of broken mirrorsnThat reflect a violent pastnI can see why others fear usnFrom the shadows we have castnWe are young and we are angrynWe are so consumed with lustnFor the beauty of the countrynIn the bank and god we trustnAll accounts on earth and heavennWill be settled in the dustn