| Song | Stance |
| Artist | Puissance |
| Album | Grace of God |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Where do you stand? | |
| And what do you belive in? | |
| The rise and fall of an empire? | |
| Picking up speed... | |
| The winds of change. | |
| To send you hurling back into the fire... | |
| It´s a sad fact that you never heard the call. | |
| Say it´s a tragedy but we´ll forget it all. | |
| Walk along the edge of a broken razor? | |
| See it all wiped not a single trace and? | |
| Left to be found in the layers of ashes. | |
| Waiting for the final slashes. | |
| Say it won´t happen to you? and so? | |
| History will prove you wrong, off you go... | |
| So here we are... | |
| Another futile attempt. | |
| To rebuild and shape the future. | |
| But what can we do? | |
| That hasn´t been tried before. | |
| Mother knows, there´s nothing new to her... | |
| Why not face the facts now give up and submit? | |
| It´s not worth the effort you put into this. | |
| To give your life for pointless cause. | |
| and it only leeds to even more pointless wars, | |
| in the name of all that is wrong with your life. | |
| You will misunderstand, then fight, then die. | |
| And no one will even remember you lived, | |
| and they´ll blame someone else for the wrongs that you did. | |
| And now it´s obvious. | |
| You made the wrong choice. | |
| all through your life as expected... | |
| So it brings us to a point, | |
| we can clearly see, | |
| that all the facts were neglected. | |
| Well it wasnt really like you ever had a choice. | |
| You´re too in love with yourself and the sound of your voice. | |
| And it´s a real shame that we all must end the same, | |
| almost makes you think it´s an evil game, | |
| that we all play wether we want or not. | |
| We all play as we all loose and finally rot | |
| in the grand curse, since dawn of time. | |
| Somehow it´s beautiful, yes sublime. |
| Where do you stand? | |
| And what do you belive in? | |
| The rise and fall of an empire? | |
| Picking up speed... | |
| The winds of change. | |
| To send you hurling back into the fire... | |
| It s a sad fact that you never heard the call. | |
| Say it s a tragedy but we ll forget it all. | |
| Walk along the edge of a broken razor? | |
| See it all wiped not a single trace and? | |
| Left to be found in the layers of ashes. | |
| Waiting for the final slashes. | |
| Say it won t happen to you? and so? | |
| History will prove you wrong, off you go... | |
| So here we are... | |
| Another futile attempt. | |
| To rebuild and shape the future. | |
| But what can we do? | |
| That hasn t been tried before. | |
| Mother knows, there s nothing new to her... | |
| Why not face the facts now give up and submit? | |
| It s not worth the effort you put into this. | |
| To give your life for pointless cause. | |
| and it only leeds to even more pointless wars, | |
| in the name of all that is wrong with your life. | |
| You will misunderstand, then fight, then die. | |
| And no one will even remember you lived, | |
| and they ll blame someone else for the wrongs that you did. | |
| And now it s obvious. | |
| You made the wrong choice. | |
| all through your life as expected... | |
| So it brings us to a point, | |
| we can clearly see, | |
| that all the facts were neglected. | |
| Well it wasnt really like you ever had a choice. | |
| You re too in love with yourself and the sound of your voice. | |
| And it s a real shame that we all must end the same, | |
| almost makes you think it s an evil game, | |
| that we all play wether we want or not. | |
| We all play as we all loose and finally rot | |
| in the grand curse, since dawn of time. | |
| Somehow it s beautiful, yes sublime. |
| Where do you stand? | |
| And what do you belive in? | |
| The rise and fall of an empire? | |
| Picking up speed... | |
| The winds of change. | |
| To send you hurling back into the fire... | |
| It s a sad fact that you never heard the call. | |
| Say it s a tragedy but we ll forget it all. | |
| Walk along the edge of a broken razor? | |
| See it all wiped not a single trace and? | |
| Left to be found in the layers of ashes. | |
| Waiting for the final slashes. | |
| Say it won t happen to you? and so? | |
| History will prove you wrong, off you go... | |
| So here we are... | |
| Another futile attempt. | |
| To rebuild and shape the future. | |
| But what can we do? | |
| That hasn t been tried before. | |
| Mother knows, there s nothing new to her... | |
| Why not face the facts now give up and submit? | |
| It s not worth the effort you put into this. | |
| To give your life for pointless cause. | |
| and it only leeds to even more pointless wars, | |
| in the name of all that is wrong with your life. | |
| You will misunderstand, then fight, then die. | |
| And no one will even remember you lived, | |
| and they ll blame someone else for the wrongs that you did. | |
| And now it s obvious. | |
| You made the wrong choice. | |
| all through your life as expected... | |
| So it brings us to a point, | |
| we can clearly see, | |
| that all the facts were neglected. | |
| Well it wasnt really like you ever had a choice. | |
| You re too in love with yourself and the sound of your voice. | |
| And it s a real shame that we all must end the same, | |
| almost makes you think it s an evil game, | |
| that we all play wether we want or not. | |
| We all play as we all loose and finally rot | |
| in the grand curse, since dawn of time. | |
| Somehow it s beautiful, yes sublime. |