Lyrics:

Through the clouds of allen ash, a lonely mother's cry

Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise

Faith now regained

Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites

A spark of ever-burning power and conviction to fight

Pride be your name

They will spit upon the honor that you guard with your life

And run to hide in selfish fear when threat of death is in sight

Lay down your shame



Armed with resistance and blind to the cost

They say your purpose is mindless and lost

But we don't adhere to the slander they spill

We mourn with your losses and stand by your will



These tears we spill

They haunt us still

The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep

Beneath our feet



We are the sons of Holy Wrath, a shining light in the dark

The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of fear in our hearts

Stand in death's way

Shut out the voice of mindlessness, open your eyes to the truth

Believe the words that stand the test and not the slurs of the youth

You're not what they say



Turn over the tables and watch them run

You'll be the weapon they can't outrun