Sense Of Face

We will, we will not be foundSacred, sacred is our holy groundRebirth, we fight for the rightThe right for our fate is bringing warThe order of strength we light the fireThe fire in our brainsOur order is sweet and so we have the thrownBuilding our means foreverIn our self we have to fightThe fight for our faceOur face in the skyProphets are born and people shall dieGripping with fear at the face in the skyTruth now behold, behold for a warOf a war in our fear, our fear to conform