Lyrics:

Here are the young men,
A weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men,
Well where have they been?
We knocked on the doors
Of hell's darker chambers

Pushed to the limits
We dragged ourselves in

Watched from the wings as
The scenes were replaying

We saw ourselves now as
We never have seen

Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered
And never were freed

Where have they been
Weary inside, now our heats

Lost forever
Can't replace the fear
Or the thrill of the chase

These rituals showed up the door
For our wanderings
Opened and shut, then slammed
In our face

Where have they been