We are the bearers of a torchlight
We are the carriers of the fire
We are the tellers of the stories
That remind us who we really are
We keep an oral tradition
Handed down from the ages past
And sometimes it feels like
We might just be the last
The last troubadours
The last troubadours
We are the voice of a generation
And the many who came before
We are the keepers of the warnings
And we're the dreamers of so much more
We are the last troubadours
The last troubadours
We are the bearers of a torchlight
We are the carriers of the fire!
We are the tellers of the stories
That remind us who we really are
We are the last troubadours...