For each day the past is shown
In front of desperate and blind eyes
The truth laid to rest at the foot of a delicate throne.

Blown away the reason left unknown
The memory of the child's cries
For each day the past is shown

In the house of god, lost and alone
In the middle of the haunted lies
The truth laid to rest at the foot of a delicate throne.

Through the worry, pain is home
From all their disguised goodbyes
For each day the past is shown.

Another day, another combat zone
Replaced by the American ally's
The truth laid to rest at the foot of a delicate throne.

Peaceful sunny days are better known
Tomorrow is left as a surprise
For each day the past is shown,
The truth laid to rest at the foot of a delicate throne.