Enter the final staging of a war of great renown Turning lessons into learned All in silence Raging on as the unease gains, bringing discord round to death Subjugation torn to shreds All with one hand Only violence breeds without dignity There’s no foreign land Worth fighting for Opposition treat Fighting back we’re met There’s no turning back Hold your nerve, and pay attention You see me running ahead Don’t fall behind Do not make a sound Make no sound As the night grows cold This resistance is taking hold Taking damage along with names, bringing honour to our dead Never once does the revolution Look like failing We’ll cleave a path directly to heart of the war machine Tear it from its heaving chest Still beating Carried on by our positivity We’re taking back this land And we’ll wipe it clean Treat aggressors with Extreme prejudice There’s no turning back Hold your nerve and pay attention