take the heart of a fallen of man and a child and saint and a burning land know the smell of fear and the fear that you bring you have come from far off lands to lay to claims to lives that you cant understand to come and take all but never to leave must we wait for a brighter day when all our sins are washed away must we wait for the fallen ones to be you with all of your diplomats and your guns and checks and forgotten debts you cannot be loved or ever feel peace i know i cant feel his pain but i still can see what your money brings you build to destroy with your all new toys must we wait for a brighter day when all our sins are washed away must we wait for the fallen ones to be cant you see what this could mean that a time will come for thee a fist cannot keep what it cant feel for i know youve had your fill must we wait for a brighter day when all our sins are washed away must we wait for the fallen ones to be