Оригинален текст
Branded, forced into exile
Cinical routine, family union dissolved
Accused, abandonment, dead beat
Admonished, siblings,
severed values detached
Hear my children calling
Loud out to me
I won't subscribe to a campaign
Bent on tragedy
[Chorus :]
Build to resist, build to resist
My children I'll come for you
Bonded, subculture formed
Anguish, yearning fills
painful spiritless void
Blood flows vested strong and free
Starved from rightful
tender physical resolve
Har my children crying
Loud out to me
I won't subscribe to a campaign
Bent on tragedy
[Chorus (2x)]
My children I come for you