Young Rebels
The good die young.
So we perform these evil deeds.
Then pray for forgiveness, on our bloodstained knees.
Not because we are cold hearted.
But because we cling to life with an ambition.
Secrets blow in the wind, just listen.
And make out the codes.
Dig tunnels into the earths surface in search of gold.
Bloody knuckles as we fight for our freedom.
Bloody flags wrapped around our swords as we fight for our kingdom.
And our homes.
We roam.
Trying to find the key to life.
Young rebels, our torches light up the night.
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