Haste the day

the train is on the track, invisible riding

hollow empty hearts are hoping to find it

hope bleeds the loudest as we're riding

and patience washes away in times of fighting

we're here, and we're young

our hearts are near the ground

and we're sung out

hoping for now

there's movement on the horizon

full steam through ancient highlands

hope comes to wicked moments

half as often as the woe ends

hate the day, that life burns away

haste the day, that we're here to stay

we are young

woe is the tide, and we fight

hoping our song survives

haste the day, light can't wait

happen to stay, where you never wanted to stay

haste the day, cataclyzm set in motion

time immorial didn't show them

hate open blindly told me

that heaven is a made up story

haste the day, we are young.

move away, out of fate,

and in to our hands,

oh freedom!

haste the day, we are young.