For in a time of hate and war,
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We collide and then burn forth,
From fiery graves we rise and ride,
Through crimson gates we fly,
Tobecome one with pain is to become one with life,
For to go down in a flash or simply in silence,
We deny fear and then charge forth,
Through pain, death, and fire we ride,
Until our flame burns out and we depart.
A wave of passion burns through the crowd as the spirits of all who listen and are moved lift their voices as one and cry for a new day.