Salvations in our arms,
if we don’t sound the alarm,
of sleeping things within.
We do all we can to stop them.
Why must we try to change?
What we call our utter fate.
We’re riding through the waves.
We do all we can to stop it.
I raise my head,
to see the whole world.
They were covered all along.
I think we have won.
We won’t turn back now.
Theres no forgotten son.
A waxing and a wane.
Theres no stopping us today.
Fields of green in my gaze,
but the war has brought us haze.
They burn down what they want,
what can we do to stop them?
Our culture and our art,
the occupation sets ablaze.
Now there’s fire in our hearts,
we must do what we can to stop this.
I look towards the trees,
they fall down on top of me.
Thunder echoes through the sky.
We must go, I know this is time.
I raise my head.
To see the whole world.
They were covered all along.
I think we have won.
We won’t turn back now.
Theres no forgotten son.
A waxing and a wane.
Theres no stopping us today.
Then we clash under the sight and sound.
We must fight fight fight!
We push ourselves right through the night.
We must fight fight fight!
There’s a ringing in the air.
I think that we are almost there .
But then I look into your eyes.
No.
We have won the war.
