We will never pass their evil lies:
step up to the mark; raise your best hand;
seek punishment for atrocities.
Though Tyrants try everything for size
(blooded bone-meal concrete pave the land)
we will never pass their evil lies.
Whirlwind take payment for final sighs;
canvas acres sunk in foreign sand
seek punishment for atrocities.
In every foot's space there is a prize.
And what's a shield-wall that will not stand?
We will never pass their evil lies.
Courage burn brighter where strength dies;
let intent fly, fire feather-fanned;
seek punishment for atrocities.
And so, oppressor, no grace for tries;
as you snuff lives you put on that band.
We will never pass your evil lies;
we will punish your atrocities.
