Backlit by flares and the fires of revolution Amid the clouds of choking gas You wave your flag and raise your fist And the voice that laughed with me these desolate months Now screams a battle cry For the oppressed and the wounded The maimed and the dead
With the shields and batons between us The barbed wire woven in congress The choking teargas spewing out of the archfiend's mouth And our vow of distance Our hearts link arms I raise my voice and with you Stand at the barricades
Charm is deceptive And beauty is fleeting Though you abound in both Your armor is adamantine Your sword arm never tires And your fire Burns brightest of all