[Verse] In the fields where battles were won Echoes of the fallen rise (rise) The weight of history on our backs We carry the torch, strike the flints (strike them) [Chorus] Folk tales of old, in nu metal’s hold Unity of genres, we sing (we sing) The melody of clash and peace In the rhythm, find release (find release) [Outro] As the night falls, and the fires burn Our voices raise, in this metal churn (metal churn) To the skies, our notes they soar In this fusion, we want more (want more) [Ending] (Instrumental)