Lift your head Raise the dead Love abound the bi-motional peace Won’t you sever empty dread Come play with me instead Count the truth a terminal release Dancing sorrows were they fall None sooth’s but win the soil Go into battle drawn with all the sea For the waves will turn you o’er The wind will blow you more The land will roll the last out in you and me Our children bathed in blood Who will howl for their home The history books may victor written be My bones will shake with gall, get carried with their hoards Remember all that you have been Our children bathed in blood Will howl for their homes Their history book may victor written be