Rising Ashes

(hmmmmmm) We slept in the cold

on the wooden floor

Silent shadows behind the iron door

But they took our names

and they left us scars

Now we look up at the same cold stars

Listen close, hear the heavy boots tread

No more bowing, no more pleading for bread

We are the children they cast aside

Now the gates are swinging open wide!

Underneath the banner of the forgotten ones

We are marching out before the sun! (hey!)

Their golden towers are beginning to shake For every single promise they

chose to break

We've got no armor,

we've got no shields But we are marching through the frozen fields

No more walls, no more chains (no more chains)