The will of creation still tells us to go Crushing all weakness with no fear of death Keeping the memories of the distant days When honor was right as a cross is today To laugh at the fall of the false holiness Unmasking their madness and breaking their rights To show our nations how blind are today To find in the ruins the spring of new strength
Triumph is the prize of our fight, for surviving Triumph is the nature of our blood, blood still running Triumph the fulfillment of our dreams, winning battles Triumph our god and our hope, for surviving
Millions of crippled, just staying to stay Liars from church with no faith in our race Such broken Christ's suffering's their life We'll smash everything and this world shall be burned In times of confusion through night is the way Our only and last hope to be a free man Out of the sight of the demons from dark So painful and hard, we will still follow there