The Old Fierce Pull of Blood

Verse 1

A generation born
Of the battle-weary children of war
Never knew how good they had it
They only wanted more

The evil will never cease
We will never have peace
No love
But the old fierce pull of blood

Chorus

Let me see your fist! Raise it high!
A thousand strong to blacken the sky
Their reign will never end if we don't put a stop to it
Let me see your fist! Raise it high!
Shout the song as we lift the cry
Let the aged know that we will not submit

Verse 3

We know we can't save the world
But we'll sure as hell make sure it ends in fire