Oh my dying hands deny   As seasons dance around   I am but one amongst the losing race   The massive fear resounds   I come before the greater good of men   My lessons learned to lie   I am a son of war, my father's son   I've amassed a forced ally      Who travels on? Who travels on?      These empty souls charade   As colors fade then fold   I've begun to spin   The hands of time my love   Desperate men are sold   I come before the greater good of men   My lessons learned to lie   You're hanging on by the threads of your lesser sins   At the expense of your decline      Who travels on? Who travels on?      And I come from near and far   And I come from face to face   And I come to carry on    Underneath it all,   Oh underneath it all   Oh underneath it all      I come to carry on   Underneath it all