Down here in this world of chains
One man's loss is another man's gain
There's a broken half that makes us whole
We're all comrades in the spirit wars
Comrades in the spirit wars
Broken half that makes us whole
I will never forget what I already know
We all have a common soul
Remember the time we all were slaves
When our only reward was an early grave
Our spirits lived behind closed doors
Like a lighthouse burning out in a storm
Remember the time we all were kings
Hoarding power and material things
Weath enough to dim the stars
From those days we bear these scars
Remember the time we all were free
There was no distance between you and me
Power of god renew our souls
Like light pouring out from an empty bowl
