The promise that was handed down was never what it seems

Do we live a life of wonder or a curse of broken dreams

Do we rise up from the ashes, begin the next crusade

Or burn upon the alter of the terror that we've made

Do we cower in the shadows or step into the light

Embrace the blinding fury borne of chaos' holy might

Rise up from the darkness, put an end to wicked schemes

Or do we bow our heads and follow someone else's dream

The promise slips away

Another broken dream

Will we ever heed the warnings sent from up above

To build a brighter future in a world of peace and love

Do we only hear the trumpet calling from below

And destroy this lowly planet leaving nothing left to show

Once a land of milk and honey, now it slowly rots away

Living in a world of broken promise