Nightmare '92 (Ballade of a lost youth)

All the demons we chased in a dream
of endless, nameless, never ending loneliness,
we will lose an eternity
to forget the places, faces, names
and thoughtless forests of Eden;

though we are the ghosts that chased us,
when the sun was out bright and full
shining over the rivers of joy
we called home.

And we breathed the fire
and the disturbed love of broken minds,
running in the shadows
of a town we never thought we'd see again.

Because we are the children of good spirits,
we thought, we are the hope and the future
that never should have died.
Yet it did in a storm of bullets and fire,
in trenches and in vain.

We sharpened the knifes of a new generation,
we sharpened the blades of death,
trapped in a cell, 
while the world around us burned
to ashes in a moment's glimpse.

Just one instant of a second
and everything was gone,
no matter how hard we tried,
we lost it in the raging hate of moon and sun.

'cause we are the children of the stolen,
the harmed and the broken,
we are the children of a doubt,
which never should have been, but it did 

there was nothing 
any of us could ever do about it, 
there was nothing,
not a single chance we would survive 
this purge of the soul,
this purge of faith and hope.

We are lost, say the old,
say the elders and say the broken heroes,
while they spread their tears 
over the counter and into their beers,

while the can't make their way home,
'cause there is nothing left for them too. 
Go home too.
There's nothing left for them, 
but hate and sadness.

and we promise ourselves 
not to be them, 
or to die like them
in loneliness and forgotten.

Not us, not us, never, was our promise,
the verdict of our lives.