We stood firm together
Hoping nothing to tear us apart
For we soldiered on to hells gates
As we sought to free ourselves
For hostage was the chains of slavery
As the courage we hosted was deemed to match to each
Towards the mouth of the furnace
In the fierceness of the battle
The craven choose to run away
Abandoning freedom
Throwing some discouragement
For their desires were see us incarnate
Dancing to poverty
As if it's a night club on wheels
Though rolling down hill to destruction
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