Here are the young men, the weight on their shoulders   Here are the young men, well where have they been?   We knocked on the doors of hell's darker chamber   Pushed to the limit, we dragged ourselves in   Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying   We saw ourselves now as we never had seen   Portrayal of the trauma and degeneration   The sorrows we suffered and never were free      Where have they been?   Where have they been?   Where have they been?   Where have they been?      Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever   Can't replace the fear, or the thrill of the chase   Each ritual showed up the door for our wanderings   Open then shut, then slammed in our face      Where have they been?   Where have they been?   Where have they been?   Where have they been?