Spare me false modesty and feigned indignation
Your pride, like your vanity betrays your consternation
And your rhetoric of victory your visionary deceit
Stolen words and deeds defiled with conceit!
For who is it that you sing and so proudly proclaim?
For your own posterity, or a braver youth?
Do not pity their squalid fucking mess
A follower of Dreams is a follower no less

Some believe that without hope man is surely lost
I, on the other hand, will gladly cut the rope
On to all those disillusioned souls
Drunk with desire narcissistic fools!
Courage of our convictions we do not lack
Lack of desperation holds us back
Each one tied to his own ideal
So spare me your piety: I'll see you all in Hell!

It is not faith in eternal life that guides me now
But the fact that I know I've not long to live
None have long for this world
So seize every night, every waking hour
Breathe every moment, this is our
Last Will and Testament. A stand of defiance!
I will not go down with the white flag

Scarred, but not beaten
We are not Defeated!
A stand Defiant
A will to triumph!
Scarred, but not beaten
We are not Defeated!
A will to triumph
A stand Defiant