Remembering the times When one stood proud. Alive in mind and spirit Knowing glory and his goals Once for himself - For all of them For what was his right - To be a man, to stand his ground.
The edge of extinction Is their status quo There to win their battles To be the one man corps The last to keep their lines Celebrating their rights To be end of the line Not to die, to survive.
Drink the blood of those in the way Savage them all The final right, give it away! Extinguish the flame, forever a slave!
Raise war, rise again Theres no peace, no rest from rage
Old world vanished Stands proud, when left in vanity Old world vanished Not stained. Recovering from insanity