[Instrumental]
[Verse 1: SNOW]
Some call us heroes and some call us fools
And all say we’re destined for defeat
But damn their eyes, if I must die
At least I can do it on my feet
The bitter old king and his sick regime
Have driven us all beyond the edge
We’re brutal and cruel as we battle his rule
For we learned from the tyrant’s tutelage
[Pre-Chorus: SNOW]
Now’s our chance, choke back your pain
We can end this bastard’s reign
[Chorus: SNOW and COLE]
The battle line’s drawn
All hope forlorn
Prepare your souls
There’s no happy ending in sight for us
[Verse 2: COLE]
Listen my people and hear my words
Harken to the voice of your lord
The rebels descend, let’s make an end
Of them: cannon and bullet and knife and sword
Lay down your lives in defence of your king
We’ll shore up the walls with the loyal dead
Spill your blood in a crimson flood
The wolves of war shall soon be fed
[Verse 1: SNOW]
Some call us heroes and some call us fools
And all say we’re destined for defeat
But damn their eyes, if I must die
At least I can do it on my feet
The bitter old king and his sick regime
Have driven us all beyond the edge
We’re brutal and cruel as we battle his rule
For we learned from the tyrant’s tutelage
[Pre-Chorus: SNOW]
Now’s our chance, choke back your pain
We can end this bastard’s reign
[Chorus: SNOW and COLE]
The battle line’s drawn
All hope forlorn
Prepare your souls
There’s no happy ending in sight for us
[Verse 2: COLE]
Listen my people and hear my words
Harken to the voice of your lord
The rebels descend, let’s make an end
Of them: cannon and bullet and knife and sword
Lay down your lives in defence of your king
We’ll shore up the walls with the loyal dead
Spill your blood in a crimson flood
The wolves of war shall soon be fed
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