We’ll rise again We’ll rise again We’ll start again
Like they rose from the dead again Such thoughts move straight through their head again Blessed as the children of men Who saw that swords strike less than the pen
Surfacing from primordial waters We are the sons and daughters of raucous Take your pretence to the slaughter Leave adversaries hung, drawn in quarters
As we awoke that morning, yawning Blessed with a new skin forming Eyes squinting, claret still pouring Fists clenched, grasping, crying out calling Lungs gasping, absorbing endorphin We this unsuccessful abortion Spartan spawn, sworn Raised for warring All told and we’re reborn again
I don’t need their eyes on me I don’t need no sympathy
We’ll rise again We’ll rise again We’ll start again
We’ll rise again We’ll rise again We’ll start again