As cold as stone, they march in darkness
Enslaving the young and killing their fathers
But soon they'll know
The path they've chosen
Has carved their faith in stone
In blood and tears, a thousand times
We rise against, we'll always hold the line
Of reckoning
Red tears run down like a river...
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