I will fight against all that which faces me
I will hold my sword hilt firm,
my sword arm raised
I'll battle for my bravest ancestry
If they should spill
my blood upon the barren wasteland
It will give life.
If i should fall to
my knees
And bleed on land of my forefathers
My broken body resting
here
Returned to Earth for ever more.
Forgotten here in iron shackles
Pain
and death i do not fear
Let the rust grind to my bones
I will not break, i'll
persevere
The blood that courses through my veins
Holds strength they can not
comprehend
My ancestors, the late and great
Hold pride in me, i will
ascend.
They'll never take my heritage
I'll never lose my
bloodline.
Bolted to the prison walls
Struggling to draw my breath
The
scars i'm given day by day
Will bring me closer to my death
But as i fade
into the darkness
The memories which i hold true
Give me hope that my
defiance
Echoes what my fathers knew.
Heritage the anthem of our late and
great
The blood of those which bore us here
The lives of those who died to
give us freedom
Memories of that which we hold dear. |
