Оригинален текст
f you look deep in our eyes you will see the rise of the strength when
the head's up against the wall. with the same old song, in the battle
ground and the guns in their hands we're destroyed by the single
sound, of a voice. our demise, was a treat in the face of a brand new
reign, of blood, and tears, and sweat and pain, with a main concern of
death before dishonor...gotta love it man!