A thousand casualties wouldn't stand in our way.
We die daily, to see ourselves Live.
I have found what Love means. It exists beyond the pages of a book.

You stand no chance, when faced with the uncertainty of death.
No, no, I stand strong!


We look up to the sky.
We never cease to wonder why,
But here I'll stand my ground.

In this, Victory is found!

Past the torn shreds of paper.

Who dares face us?
No obstacle is great enough to block our path.
Where do you stand? Where do you plant your feet?

My feet aren't planted to this Earth.

We look up to the sky.

We never cease to wonder why,
But here I'll stand my ground.
In this, Victory is found!


We are descendants.
And we will never walk alone.

Oh, Forgiver!
The wounded cry out!


We look up to the sky.
We never cease to wonder why,
But here I'll stand my ground.

In this, Victory is found!

(Marshall Hewitt):

Can't you help that man?
Won't you forgive us?
"My son,"

He speaks,
"Death has no hold."
We are descendants.

We'll never walk alone.
No, you will never fight this war alone!