Paroles: For The Glory. Survival Of The Fittest. Lost.

Raise your fist. Never bow down
You better swim or you'll get drown
If you have faith for what this means
A call to arms to save our dreams
Think its lots. But not in our hearts
You're reached the end. We have made a start
Faith - do you belive (time to set the pace)
Hate - its all i feel
Think its lost. But not in our hearts
You're reached the end. We have made a start
i remember last time i saw your face
Quess you were ashamed of our kind
Well look at us we are standing strong
Dont get us wrong
we're still proud to be part
Of this game!