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Its time the static on the radio as unclean as ever it was but clearly came the broadcast hope sinking fast the storm from beneath us had come unleash the machines let them empty magazines into the sky there never were designs should the chemicals fail i can see the tears through her funeral veil we are only the ghosts of heroes angels of the night shine brightly we are only the ghosts of heroes child grab your wooden sword and stand behind me now dont be afraid you wont find lies behind these teeth of mine sharp as they may be our battle hardened hands are still quite warm and comforting weapons are useless its all on you now believe in your strength remember your faith and dont let the darkness take this place look to the east son thats where youll find us screaming your name say the prayer fly away your eyes are bright but theres a darkness inside From Letras Mania