The Orphanage
My Master’s Master
Hear me, my warning
Hear me, for I foresee
Red of the Horizon, the sun hardly awake
A glimpse of fear is rising, uncertain what's at stake
Get yourself together, make sure you clean your mind
Only look ahead of you, there's no time to rewind
Cry or lie, two ways to die
We'll make a world where HE leads the way
The future as we see it now, becomes history today
What to say, when to hush
What to fear and when to trust
What at ease and when to rush
When to serve My Master's Master
Wipe the thought of loved ones, of those you leave behind
Images are mortal but your soul one of a kind
No need to feel lonely, there's more like you out there
No need to be searching though, you wouldn't find them anywhere
Shall I speak, or shall I hush
Shall I fear, no time for trust
Shall I ease my inner rush
Must I serve My Master's Master?
Do you give your life, do you sell yourself
Do you believe? Do you desert?
Stop, the war is near. Stop, this is the end
Or the beginning, so hold your breath and stop
As the city awakes, the Master's followers take a bow
But you raise up and speak, it's the only way to stop it now
Hear me, my warning
Hear me, for I foresee
Stop me, I'm warning
Stop them, my prophecy
Head us from darkness, from bloodshed from hate
We're to withstand our fate