Watch your back
On ashes they thrive
Mend your metal
Cowardly hide
I'm not afraid to die. Not this time
Come to me. Take my life away
Valiantly, they march in the scene that plays
Calamity nestled with a lush rage
Nestled with no love
Torn arms. Far off with their arms!
The torn arms will always lay in a far off forgotten state
Blind obedience
Bred to tear the arms off your coats
And they'll iron
Their insignia on the fabric that they stole
Fortified the portant
Became an example
When Max was 43 and was gathered to his people
And so, the torn arms will always lay
They're far off and gone
Come to me. Take my life away
Trust in me, I know the scene will change
Hostility endlessly seems to reign
Forgive them. To them it's all the same