The Buried Truth Songtext
von A Sound of Thunder

What′s the going price
For following the footsteps
Of those who only see in shades of white

Choose your path of hate
Make sure you do your part
It's life or death or maybe wrong from right

The ides of march become you
Supremacy once more
Walk like roman warriors of old

Six shots from your weapon
Settle your bloody score
Then run just like a rat into the cold

Criminals, call your shot
Judgement passed, make your plot
Healing hands, go on being strong
Your uphill fight is long


Take your sacred stand
Defend your sacred cause
Life through tainted eyes is all you see

Single fire trigger
But you said it got away
Eleven years and then you′re walking free

Do you see the silhouette
In the window
He's looking at your sad pathetic face

He shows no expression
He lifts a steady hand
And points a ghostly finger at your face

Criminals, call your shot
Judgement passed, make your plot
Healing hands, go on being strong
Your uphill fight is long

I hear the call of many lost souls
Trying to harvest buried truth
Voiceless under the frozen winter ground
Is there nothing we can do