- A Photograph
On the mantelpiece stands a photograph
Soldier and his bride
One of many who had to leave
To march, to fight, to die
She will always remember you and the look in your eyes
One of many who had to leave
- Revolution
You hope one day to feel less of this confusion
To find that lasting peace is more than an illusion
But then you wake to face another revolution
And as the world keeps turning
You feel you're left behind
Is there another world beyond this cold existence
- Severed
Do you hear me when I cry out?
Do you see me in my darkest hour?
And as I passed through the years
Joy become tainted with sorrow
So dark, the way
I could no longer follow
Where doubt and fear reside
- Sturm
Come now to me
From this hell you've seen
Lost to the sea
I have seen you grieve
Your tears have torn
Shot down in your wars
Weather the storm
- The Dying Things We're Living For
I've seen the evil so many hands have done
I've seen the beauty of the earth and of the setting sun
And on my knees I've begged for battles to be won
But when we bleed no more, what do we become?
And when at last we breathe our final precious breath
I hope there's something more
What are we hoping for?
- Through Greenest Meadows
I ran with you through greenest meadows
Entranced by you, (in) slow fading evening glow
You led me through where purest waters flowed
Remember you felt so safe in my arms
Long, long ago
So long ago
But now let me take you back
Through greenest meadows