A toast for our sins

Our instincts drag us deeper

Throwing us to the wolvesThe nameless were all buried long ago

We are not anonymous

The faceless burials are over

They can see us now

The lines of freedom, redrawn

They can see us now

The lines of freedom, redrawn

Held to our curse

We are not anonymous

Not alone

We are bound to bear this cross

Held to our curse

We are not anonymous

Not alone

We are bound to bear this cross

A place for our dreams

What better way to plant the seeds

Of watch, reign and rule

The nameless were all buried long ago

We are not anonymous

The faceless burials are over

We are not anonymous (not anonymus)

The faceless burials are over