In the shadows of the morning light,
Where the eagle's wings take flight,
We stand with hearts of fire and steel,
For God, for country, we will kneel.
Hear the thunder, feel the quake,
Our resolve, no one can break,
With every breath, we swear to fight,
In the name of what is right.
We're the warriors, born of flame,
In this battle, we'll not be tamed,
Guitars scream like the winds of war,
For God and country, evermore.
Beneath the flag, our spirits rise,
Through the smoke and battle cries,
With faith as our unyielding guide,
In this struggle, we'll abide.
Hear the thunder, feel the quake,
Our resolve, no one can break,
With every breath, we swear to fight,
In the name of what is right.
We're the warriors, born of flame,
In this battle, we'll not be tamed,
Guitars scream like the winds of war,
For God and country, evermore.
When the night is long and dark,
We'll be the spark, the guiding mark,
With heavy hearts and heavier sound,
We'll bring the fight, the world around.
[Heavy guitar solo, evoking the spirit of battle and triumph]
We're the warriors, born of flame,
In this battle, we'll not be tamed,
Guitars scream like the winds of war,
For God and country, evermore.
As the last note fades away,
In our hearts, the fire will stay,
For God, for country, we'll stand tall,
Until the final curtain fall.