Conviction and desire Will not obey to hate Life is ours to conquer We become the war we wake Beaten to the dust But never jading Choking on lies Never suffocating
Ours is the Storm The bold, the strong Ours is the Storm From piles of nothing We're forging something
Ours is the cold Virtuous wrath The strong, the bold The first to last Beaten to the dust Yet never jading Choking on lies Never suffocating
The darkness Of our past defeats Will brighten the light Of our victories
Blinded with tears of blood Searching for a distant dawn Ranks close to brave the flood To embrace the new day's spawn
Ours is the Storm The bold, the strong Ours is the Storm From piles of nothing We're forging something
