Times hand shaves the stones
And light has bleached the wall
Upon the wind forgotten names
Lost as dawns trumpets call

Rich men rave and peasants pray
There last motion fall to dust
Leaders make another plan
The same old words dull with rust

Master of the legends
Our legs grow week
Barefoot my commander
As we climb the highest peak

A holy war rings in our ears
Our homes burn one by one
So we fight in brotherhood
In dying our honors won

But today we dare not see
A past which will not let us go
Tomorrow caught in fallacy
With nowhere else left to go

Master of the legends
Our legs grow week
Barefoot my commander
As we climb the highest peak