In the calamity
No stone, no soul was left behind
Rock became dust, became darkness
We exiles herded toward hope
As the road fell apart at our heels
Racing forward, flying further
And still it's just over my shoulder
Racing forward, flying further
Afraid of Nothing
When the end comes
I'll hold on with strong hands
Until they break
If we're the last ones, my friends just hold on
I'm mountain against the storm
What a way to face despair
With nowhere left to run
My companions were ripped from my grasp
And torn asunder
The wait is killing me
After journeying so far
Our last hope is standing before me
Grasping for some sign of his purpose
When the end comes
I'll hold on with strong hands
Until they break
If we're the last ones, my friends just hold on
I'm mountain against the storm
They look like good, strong hands
I'll just sit and wait
Until there's Nothing left
I couldn't hold on
So, I too, will drift away