Through the clouds of fallen ash, a lonely mother's cry Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will rise Faith now regained Finding strenght within the void, of raging fire ignites A spark of ever-burning power and conviction to fight Pride be your name They will spit upon the honor that you guard with your life And run to hide in selfish fear when threat of death is in sight Lay down your shame Armed with resistance and blind to the cost They say your purpose is mindless and lost But we don't adhere to the slader they spill We mourn with your losses and stand by your will These tears we spill They haunt us still The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep Beneath our feet We are the sons of holy wrath, a shining light in the dark The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of fear in our hearts Stand in death's way Shut out the voice of mindlessness, open your eyes to the truth Believe the words that stand the test and not the slurs of the youth You're not what they say Armed with resistance and blind to the cost They say your purpose is mindless and lost But we don't adhere to the slader they spill We mourn with your losses and stand by your will These tears we spill They haunt us still The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep Beneath our feet Turn over the tables and watch them run You'll be the weapon they can't outgun These tears we spill They haunt us still The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep Beneath our feet