No one remembers the names of the trampled flowers Fallen birds await the next wind before they try again Though you have prayed, it won't change anything Only the will to fight can change our world
Stepping the corpses, we keep marching on Pigs sneer at our will to advance Living in false prosperity like livestock We should grab the freedom of us starving wolves!
Answer the humiliation of imprisonment with arrows of retaliation On the far side of the city wall, the prey is slayed by the hunter As our bodies are burning with an overflowing urge A crimson arrow flies through the scarlet of the dusk