Desperate times Despair pushed us on our Desperate times Despair pushed us on our knees
Bow down one too many times Rising Dead is our will to change this world
Skin infected with the stench of misery Wipe the dirt from your face
Stand tall: rise to your feet Fight for what's left
Honour: it's not a word it's you and me Stay strong: this war is real as your pain is
Stand tall: rise to your feet Fight for what's left What's left