The Last - Marionette

Their pursuit of my so called demons

Will they ever succeed

I pity the gods for putting life in me

To vanquish the other, to give them my trust

We are shepherds facing tyrants

Stand beside me and we will prevail

We are the last of our kind

Of our kind

To flee like a coward

Or stand our ground

The roads are separate

And our path shall burn

Our path shall burn

You will burn

We are shepherds facing tyrants

Stand beside me and we will prevail

We are the last of our kind

We spread our wings, they won’t keep us from flying

Stand beside me, tonight we prevail