With open arms, i welcome flames and arrows
May they pierce through withered flesh
Still i thank thee who gave me a reason to bleed
I will stand my ground i will not kneel

Do what you must
Burn all my trust
So i can bear you ill will

The descendants of a battle cry
We will not heel, we stare through the skies
Singing the lullabies of the lost
To those those too tired to conform

I would rather distort my will
Ill stand my ground and chew on fear