No more nightmares   Thrills or pain   No more trouble   Till the trouble starts again   No survivors, doubts or shame   Friends or rivals   If the world goes up in flames   As the setting summer glows   Where the endless rivers flow   We will walk through the fields of gold   To hear the silence as it grows   Down a hall of broken mirrors   That reflect a violent past   I can see why others fear us   From the shadows we have cast   We are young and we are angry   We are so consumed with lust   For the beauty of the country   In the bank and god we trust   All accounts on earth and heaven   Will be settled in the dust