mother don't get up
your still in pain,
let us fight them,
the ones destroying your name,
the ones ripping out your hair ,
the ones cutting your skin,
the ones taking your air,
the ones killing you within,
mother let us be your guardians,
lend us your sword and shield,
give us the power
that only you can wield
we shall hunt them down,
the ones who think they have all the power,
and when the window opens
we will make our strike within the hour
archers ready!
infantry hold fast!
cavalry ready!
we have come to it at last!
a moment in time
felt only by a generation,
the rushing power
to overcome a nation,
the shaking urge
to charge and fight,
the strength to conquer,
and we found it over night,
for the dead that are sleeping,
for the children that are weeping,
for the sky that is crying,
for our home that is dying,
for our world in pain,
nothing will be in vain!
for you mother,
our protector,
our Queen,
rest now,
we will fight
while you stray off into a dream
dedicated to our dying home and the innocent ones paying the price.