A tale of strength in the face of tyranny.

I awoke in the night to smoke and light.

Torches from far off lands set flame to our rooftops; in ashes I stand.

It's reminiscent of winter's first snow, but no one's prepared for this season...no.

They descend like a downpour, but we will stand.

We will make them know the strength of this land.

This means war.

And war means blood.

And blood means loss.

But this time it's worth it.

We've nothing to lose but freedom to gain,

We shelter in thunder as flaming arrows rain.

But we will not yield to invaders or liars or thieves.

We will stand, you will see.

Emptiness in your own philosophy.

We will stand, you will see.

Crumbling walls that you spread like disease.

We will stand, you will see.

Strength in the land that you once saw as weak.

As we paint it red with your blood.

We will stand.

You will fall.