Decades - Clan Of Xymox

Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders

Here are the young men, well where have they been?

We knocked on the doors of Hell’s darker chamber

Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in

Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying

We saw ourselves now as we never had seen

Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration

The sorrows we suffered and never were free

Where have they been?

Where have they been?

Where have they been?

Where have they been?

Weary inside, now our heart’s lost forever

Can’t replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase

Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings

Open then shut, then slammed in our face

Where have they been?

Where have they been?

Where have they been?

Where have they been?