Take up arms, all you fallen oppressed This is insurrection rising, mobilizing defense It’s time, my brothers, beat your shovels to swords It’s time, my friends, sound the siren for war! Can you smell it the air my brethren? It ‘s the beautiful stench of reinvention Sharpen your axes, resurrect your hatchets As we raise our chalices to fallen combatants It’s time, my brothers, earn your stripes and your lashes It’s time, my friends, light your hearts into action With our backs to the wall We’ll respond to the call Fall, Goliath, fall, fall goliath Lift the head of the giant To celebrate our defiance Fall Goliath, fall, fall goliath Unite Hold the line and Strike Raise your Claymores high We fight For a reason to die The ghosts of our fathers beat drums by our sides The trophies of the day: scalps and hides We fight, not for the hate of a tyrant We fight, because of love for what is behind us.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 03:31:17 +0000
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