We came from the pile.nWe came from the dead and dying.nBut the moment you pullednYou brought us back to the living.nStand here to a world at war.nThis blacken field leads to ruin,nRuled by folds pulled tight, and a pit so slick.nDraw your lines, let nothing cross. No!nWhat booming hate moves close,nSo vast that the clouds would follow?nWhat looms, with thunder?nAnd the water did fall.nThe turn of earth to mud.nOnce dried veins, now fill and swell.nLift the torches, light the fields!nWe stand as the giants make way.nWe stand as the giants make way.nWe are the few to shed the fold,nWe are the few!nOh, sweet lit clarity grant us the eyes for this bane.nTowered beasts now meet our lines...nOh but fast on the wind came a song, don't turn.nThe lines crossed now charge.nThe lines crossed but you turned away.nIt was a beautiful song, sung through beast's jagged teeth.nIt's not real. You'll see. It's not real. You'll see.nShe's the one that you want The soft wet skin that haunts.nDeep inside a warmth that lies on a bed,nShe's calling to you...nFight from your knees and the giants will fall.n...taste the wine of her lips, feel free to taste this kiss.nDrink deep and forget the struggle in the battle you live.nDon't turn we need you. Don't turn we need you.nThe sirens are calling your name!nCome back. Make the call.nFather, send your rain.nLay waste to the kings here.nLay waste to their grip and we'll rise.nWe will rise. n