Our Lives

I can’t believe we’re here again- With all the lies, and petty threats- We hide away from our scarlet stain- To hide away from all the natural frets- So raise the cross, let liberty sing- Our army is pure, Death to bring- Unto the foe, societies pet- Any like us they not have met- Pretend to fight the fight with them- Wars are won with martyrs fire- We lead the charge with tongues and when- We find the traitor, the filthy liar- We raise the cross, let liberty sing- Our army is pure, Death to bring- Unto the foe, societies pet- Any like us they have not met- Now don’t be afraid, a strong man be- They have no say on what we think- The time will come when they will see- Their shaky lives are on the brink- Lets raise the cross, dance and sing- For our army is pure, Death now brings- Torment down upon societies pet- Since of us none have yet met!