Enter the final staging of a war of great renown
Turning lessons into learned
All in silence
Raging on as the unease gains, bringing discord round to death
Subjugation torn to shreds
All with one hand

Only violence breeds without dignity
There’s no foreign land
Worth fighting for
Opposition treat
Fighting back we’re met
There’s no turning back

Hold your nerve, and pay attention

You see me running ahead
Don’t fall behind
Do not make a sound
Make no sound
As the night grows cold
This resistance is taking hold

Taking damage along with names, bringing honour to our dead
Never once does the revolution
Look like failing
We’ll cleave a path directly to heart of the war machine
Tear it from its heaving chest
Still beating

Carried on by our positivity
We’re taking back this land
And we’ll wipe it clean
Treat aggressors with
Extreme prejudice
There’s no turning back

Hold your nerve and pay attention