Texty: Dear Hunter (The). Act III: Life And Death. Writing On A Wall.

Come away young man
Where the ground is red
And you need a mask to breathe.

Oh it's been so hard
But your luck could change
If you just rolled up your sleeves.

We had tried our best
To warn before
But it didn't get you far

Now we're here again
With a wish to mend
Your agonizing scar.

Open eyes, young man,
Vigilante hands
And a heart prepared for pain.

You will lose much more
In the vicious war
Past and present stay the same

But the time to come
Can be altered some
If you listen to our song

But we sing in vain
And the fact remains
There's nothing can be done.

(Thanks to Andrew for these lyrics)