Sons Of Our Race..

I sat down by my grandad and this is what he said, if you do not
defend our race, we will wind up dead. I listened to his storys on
how all things should be, i looked inside this old man, he said
these words to me.

Your are the sons of our race, you are the strength we
need, you are the eye, the eye of the storm, defenders of a blood
we bleed.

As your marching into battle, you hold your head up high, think of
freedom and your folk and you will do what´s right. Your birth
rite´s been forsaken, it´s killed apart of you, lady fate's come
knocking and deep inside you knew.