Rising like a thunderstorm
Our roars will frighten the beasts of the dark
Writing the future, erasing the past
We are authors of fire to this land
Hand in hand we march ahead
Nothing stops us when we advance
We are yet in furnace... taking shape,
We're in making, we're brothers in arms
Our roars will frighten the beasts of the dark
Writing the future, erasing the past
We are authors of fire to this land
Hand in hand we march ahead
Nothing stops us when we advance
We are yet in furnace... taking shape,
We're in making, we're brothers in arms
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