In The Wasteland

The warrior fought the battle, out on the battlefield.
Too long the strife was waged, his fate would soon be sealed.
For far too long the daily lies had served to keep him down.
Apathy had been the plague, but now he’d come around.
Let’s hopes it’s not too late, for a man to do great deeds.
For a garden to be healthy, you must first destroy the weeds.
And if he’s left it too long, destruction will soon show.
And he’ll be left in darkness, to wander aimless roads.

In the wasteland, the carrion feed.
In the wasteland, our people bleed.
In the wasteland, bones gleam white.
In the wasteland, if we don’t fight.

Our in the darkened forests, the whispering began.
Warnings circulated, they spread across the lands.
And in the people’s hearts and minds, something did awake.
The spark of pride had come alive, and the evil power quaked.
The blood that was the strongest, began now to unite.
The common bond of all our men, had taken up the fight.
And evil powers everywhere, will all come tumbling down.
For we’ll not bow to any man, and we’ll not wander ’round.

In the wasteland, the carrion feed.
In the wasteland, our people bleed.
In the wasteland, bones gleam white.
In the wasteland, if we don’t fight.

In the wasteland.
In the wasteland.
In the wasteland.
In the wasteland.
In the wasteland.