Warriors.
We the once conquered,
we stand in our ruins of a civilization.
We stand in our failure and selfishness.
Make the sacrifice.
We are no longer mighty.
Ah, but we shall redeem ourselves!
Fallen soldiers but;
we are not dead yet.
We stand in a rebellion's wake.
Make no mistake.
Selfish.
A ruler of a place now in corruption.
Yes, in our wake;
We shall leave our honor here!
A ghost town, but we are not dead.
Arise in the shadows, we arise in our place.
We will not rest.
March to the conquest!
Horror.
Grief strucken illness of our people.
They take all that we are and make it their own.
We stand in our desperation.
But I am not a broken soldier.
I do not give in to the man's words.
Because it for my people I fight.
And there will be a war won tonight.
Redemption.
I stand here an honoured man.
For they have fallen,
they have fallen!
In my own inflection I stand
because I am not a broken soldier.
They may break my bones,
they make take our homes;
but I am not in defeat!
A victory for the homeland,
and that's what it'll be
right on the spot I stand.
Triumph.
The man in that statue
the saviour they see.
I stand in my spot with blood on my hands.
All for my people, I will stay.
And in the end they will be safe
and I may just have to take my own life.
I know that someday
that man will be me.