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Through the clouds of fallen ash, a lonely mother's cry
Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise
Faith now regained

Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites
A spark of ever-burning power and conviction to fight
Pride be your name

They will spit upon the honor that you guard with your life
And run to hide in selfish fear when threat of death is in sight
Lay down your shamearmed with resistance and blind to the cost

They say your purpose is mindless and lost
But we don't adhere to the slander they spill
We mourn with your losses and stand, stand by your will

These tears we spill

They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet


We are the sons of holy wrath, a shining light in the dark

The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of fear in our hearts
Stand in death's way
Shut out the voice of mindlessness, open your eyes to the truth

Believe the words that stand the test and not the slurs of the youth
You're not what they say


Turn over the tables and watch them run

You'll be the weapon they can't outgun


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