The winds of tomorrow, blowing hard todaynI see the ruins of the world I used to knownI hear the liars, and their words of deceitnNever-ending stories of their false propheciesnnOne glory day our kingdom will comenWhen all the wars are gonenWe have paid for the sins of yesterdaynOur dreams will come truenAt the end of the linennStanding in the ashes of a million livesnDead just because they believed in someone elsenForever trusting, always let downnThe time has come for us to make a standnnOne glory day our kingdom will comenWhen all the wars are gonenWe have paid for the sins of yesterdaynOur dreams will come truenAt the end of the linennTake back what's ours and to be freenThere won't be any room for forged sympathynNo more denial those days are gonenWe've already dug our own graves hundred times aroundnnOne glory day our kingdom will comenWhen all the wars are gonenWe have paid for the sins of yesterdaynOur dreams will come truenAt the end of the linen