A sharp blade swings.
A woman screams her pleas.
This war is real, there is no high ground.
To live is to fight, and all warriors die.
Know no mortal fear, know only pain
Fear is weakness, pain grants stength.
Strenth to fight, strenth to rebel
Against this system, this human hell
The hard fought battle will end in tears
The outcome will be felt for years
But for the price that we must pay
The world will recover someday
For this fight is not for us
But for our youth.
The future must not suffer for their ancestors past
The World must change, join this war. Break the cast.
Become a warrior, become the futures bright past.