A city forged from blood and tears
ruin and flame has it become
raining drops of crimson fears
our red stained past we overcome
.
marching lines of soulless soldiers
we obey without a blink
but we recall the russet tears
that does bind the ledger with red ink
.
fools are those that dare to fight
but brave are they still
with the final heartbeat in full sight
they press onwards, creatures of unbreakable will
.
darkness haunts reality, not dreams
we fantasize of the land beyond
we know the alarm's warning scream
bound to iron and steel, tied through blood bonds
.
but still our chins we do lift
for our captors know not our will
through the changing winds, pray the tides will shift
for we know not our captors still
.
beaten and bloodied, we will endure
but broken bodies they see
we know our own, strong and sure
the marching lines are not to flee
.
though seeking all else, we find the gray
for blood they only know
brass and bone, there is no way
but our fire, born of the buring city, we have always known
.
Nothing left but tears and screams,
but cowardice fear does not excuse
fight we shall, for of sunlight we dream
nothing is ours to lose.