1. COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS

Who are you, what have you become?
A charming illusion, a source of confusion.
Another day & you'll win the race, another day & you'll find your place: a charming illusion, a source of confusion.
Another rise to power, no matter who or when, and we will know of our freedom never again.
A common thread of distance in the hearts of men & we'll have love for our brothers never again.
We are all the victims of a will to overcome.
How far we've gone out of touch.
There's no right side of war.
You can't justify it.
To erase away all that we've become, they can't see we're all one.
A voice cries from underneath: Dark shepherds strongly though you wield the staff, you're weakened by comfort. There's no way you're prepared for what happens last: Action, reaction, like an eye for an eye from our tribal days, the lesser ones demand reaction.
Dare to challenge the one universal law, set you up to fall?
Do you understand now why your days are numbered?
Do you understand?
The course of events were a riddle, a pause in time, a search for the solution as we stood in line, honored our oppressors and paid our fines.
Then all became clear as the ferocity inside began, to hear the drums of war resound across the land, announcing the fate to shed blood upon the earth, it is ours.
To a system of capitalist politicians, false face of a greater power:
Your empire will fall, bringing about the end of an era.
Warmongers, your bloodlust to conquer turn the moments
of our lives into a ticking time bomb of your own creation, counting down the days, rot in your graves.
Doomed to repeat our history,there is more than one way to manifest the possibility of how things could be.
No time to wonder how when or why, we simply come together or die.
There's no right side of war.
To erase away all we've become, to erase away all that we love


2. ECHOES OF THE SPIRIT

Until you're ready to break
Until you're ready to bend
Critical condition, critical.
The years will wear down every brick you lay.
There's more to life than selling your days.
Money makes sense in the world today, they say.
I'm not living that way.
Setting off, setting off their alarms
Because I've got a voice of my own.
I won't be a product on the industry line,
You stand for nothing or you stand alone.
Leave it to us to cross the final line.
Can you feel the dawning of our time?
Take a moment to turn and see the signs.
Can you feel the dawning of our time?
Time to wake up and turn the light on,
Come on turn the light on.
Setting off, setting off their alarms
Because I've got a voice of my own.
I won't be a product on the industry line,
You stand for nothing or you stand alone.
Pitiful,
Doing what you're told.
In turn,
They granted you power.
In a condescending tone,
You stand on the watchtower,
Here in our last hour,
And say that you know.
Typical
Of those that will never see.
Say that you know.
Typical
Of those that will never be free.
Just like that,
Took our strongest years
In the name of greed.
Just like that
And made commercials out of our broken dreams.
As pitch black factory stacks turn all the world's beautiful colors to gray,
Empower the rights that they can't take away:
Raise your voices!
Echoes of the spirit,
Echoes of the spirit,
Resounding in tones that set you free.
Shout with me:
We are awake!
Setting off, setting off their alarms
Because I've got a voice of my own.
I won't be a product on the industry line,
You stand for nothing or you stand alone.
We're in critical condition, critical condition.
Figured it out because we've all been here before


3. VELA, TOGETHER WE AWAIT THE STORM (REMIX)

Gone, so many friends and lovers
so far, nothing to show in turn
A story without a name.
A desert journey that we became.
Another test of our power overcoming on a black day.
Appalling how they're running for the honor like a campaign.
To be the leaders of a phony dead scene in a magazine.
I always figured there was something more.
Gone, so many friends and lovers
so far, nothing to show in turn
they'll take it all back, all those empty words.
I'll show the dregs where all their slander has led, if it takes my whole life, for all the tears that I have shed they'll take it back, Im making a pact.
Theyll take it back, Im making a promise.
Im eager to the task, exposing all who wear a mask.
It must be done.
The storm yet to come binds us as one.
Through it all, loneliness and adversity, failure and injustices only guide us on our way.
So pry, you won't be finding a faker, nor will an opportune moment arise.