White chapels in the rye
Where mothers came to cry
Within their bleeding souls
Follow the sacred scroll

Like a roll of dice
When faith is compromised
I can see it in my eyes, in my eyes

When the thunder strikes, the battlefield ignites
It's getting cold (it's getting cold)
Put away your fears, find comfort in the night
We're coming home (we're coming home)

When the thunder strikes, the battlefield ignites
It's getting cold (it's getting cold)
Put away your fears, find comfort in the night
We're coming home (we're coming home)

It's an oath
It's an oath
It's an oath
It's an oath

Red chapels in the rye
Where fathers leave their pride
Within their kneeling souls
Follow the sacred scrolls

Like a roll of dice
When faith is compromised
I can see it in my eyes, in my eyes

When the thunder strikes, the battlefield ignites
It's getting cold (it's getting cold)
Put away your fears, find comfort in the night
We're coming home (we're coming home)

When the thunder strikes, the battlefield ignites
It's getting cold
Put away your fears and find comfort in the night
We're coming home