we stood on our toes with our faces against our foes i put my hands to my chest wishing it all away even the thought of them making it all the way on one of those awful dreadful days makes my heart collapse and skip a beat inside napalm it s less heat we saw them coming in waving a blood red flag our hope was wearing thin their victory was in the bag desperation breaks our spirit and crushes our fighting will we call for reinforcements and brand new means to kill we rush towards the frontline to take back what they stole to take back our motherland victory is our only goal