| Through the clouds of fallen ash, a lonely mother’s cry
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| Among the fields of broken glass, the loyal few will rise
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| (Faith now regained)
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| Finding strength within the void of raging fire ignites
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| A spark of ever-burning power and conviction to fight
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| (Pride be your name)
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| They will spit upon the honor that you guard with your life
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| And run to hide in selfish fear when threat of death is in sight
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| (Lay down your shame)
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| Armed with resistance and blind to the cost
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| They say your purpose is mindless and lost
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| But we don’t adhere to the slander they spill
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| We mourn with your losses and stand by your will
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| These tears we spill, they haunt us still
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| The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet
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| These tears we spill, they haunt us still
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| The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet
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| We are the sons of holy wrath, a shining light in the dark
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| The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of fear in our hearts
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| (Stand in death’s way)
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| Shut out the voice of mindlessness, open your eyes to the truth
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| Believe the words that stand the test and not the slurs of the youth
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| (You're not what they say)
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| Armed with resistance and blind to the cost
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| They say your purpose is mindless and lost
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| But we don’t adhere to the slander they spill
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| We mourn with your losses and stand by your will
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| These tears we spill, they haunt us still
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| The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet
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| These tears we spill, they haunt us still
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| The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet
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| Turn over the tables and watch them run
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| You’ll be the weapon they can’t outgun
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| Turn over the tables and watch them run
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| You’ll be the weapon they can’t outgun
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| These tears we spill, they haunt us still
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| The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep beneath our feet |