war song

Give me the light of the dead and the fallen,

I will Brighten our way home.

Pick up you’re swords and you’re shields,

March your way home.

Listen to the trial and the greeting of death,

We will fight our way home.

I will hand you this light,

Pass through the trees and the streets of the hypocrites.

Don’t let them deceive you.

Whatcha gunna do when they stand upon our ground,

Digging they’re roots in our soil.

How ya gunna tier them down.

You have to reach the height of my halo.

Become our hero.

Pass on my light to the weak and the hopeless.

Citizens, this is my witness and my poor evidence.

Its time you light our way home!

Rise to your feet and march in the streets of the hypocrites.

Be significant!

We will succeed to the home of a hero!

Will carry the light to the halo!  

And melt it to our swords and our shields.