Lyrics of Bebe Y Wise Calle - Chosen Few

Like putting down a deceased dog
First the veil is to be pulled down
No more hiding in this allebarate fog

No more shadow playing
This theatre is closed for public
The battles will proceed underground

In a desperate last stand
Our enemy will be overrun
Waves and waves of our finest soldiers
Their glorious deeds besung

Crushed walls
Blood flowing
Fallen citadel
A palace in flames

Master, president
Dead