We own without knowing the solemn fateful right
There is a vision and a purpose for our innate might

We are the children of the stillborn revolution
We are the ashes of a thunderous conflagration

Our brethren die aimlessly by the frontlines of life
In vain without honour, glory or their hearts satisfaction
The ghosts of our fallen haunt our ignorance, misery is rife
We must remember, must unite the fractions into a faction

We are the children of the stillborn revolution
We are the ashes of a thunderous conflagration

But we will awaken and rise to ignite the smoldering char
We shall heed the call to arms and fight for who we are

We are the children of the coming revolution
We are the souls of darkness, the vanguard of retribution