IN A BATTLE WE STRIVE, TO DEFEND IT ALL
THE FALSENESS THAT TRIES, TO INVADE WHAT IS OURS
BLESSED BY THE GODS AND FILLED WITH DESIRES
WE STAND READY TO FIGHT FOR WHAT IS OURS

PREPARED TO DIE, FOR MY FAITH IN YOU
WE RISE TO A GODLIKE STATE OF MIND

WE STRUGGLE BENEATH, LIFE'S WINGS OF FURY
JUST DREAMING OF THAT WHICH SHOULD BE OURS
THIN, FRAIL AND WEAK ARE THE BONDS WE HAVE
BLINDED BY PRIDE, WHY CAN'T YOU SEE?
THE BLOOD THAT WE SPILL IS OURS'

SWORDS... SHARPENED TO DESTROY
SHIELDS... PAINTED IN BLOOD
SWORDS... SHARPENED TO DESTROY
SHIELDS... PAINTED IN BLOOD