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Well on my way
I smell the rain
Rumblings of a storm
The cowards will run
The warchild will fight
They’ll bring the world to its knees

How will I know
Where will we go from here
I’ll tell you it’s not what you dream about at
Night alone
And I run

Tending the wounds
I’m living the truth
The strength of a knew found world
And through it all the last man tall
Will have bled for a word called free
Well on my way   I smell the rain   Rumblings of a storm   The cowards will run   The warchild will fight   They’ll bring the world to its knees      How will I know   Where will we go from here   I’ll tell you it’s not what you dream about at   Night alone   And I run      Tending the wounds   I’m living the truth   The strength of a knew found world   And through it all the last man tall   Will have bled for a word called free