I close my eyes and see the Tower
My guardian's gone and so his answers
I've found my own and I have purpose
My army's grown
The time has come
We will fight for a dream
To be free at last
The schackles broken
Fight for your dream
You'll belong at last
A home forgotten
I've never known the name of my father
My congregation asks for answers
We spread the word with symbols and gestures
Dark designs to spur us on
From far below we'll take the throne
And fight for a dream
To be free at last
The schackles broken
Fight for your dream
You'll belong at last
A home forgotten
