Soldiers, that is what we are – who cares if they say we live our lives behind bars
Something unattainable can be obtained, for our seeds to be maintained
We give our lives too, and don’t judge a name of a man you never met
And in your heart, you feel the beat, a reminder to never forget
The double edged sword of master trickery – who can be him… You, me, or he?
To those who have fallen we tip our bottles in homage, a last piece of bread,
For an offering, a reminder on their grave stones instead.
We recognize eyes to distinguish our alibis
And we will tell lies if it confuse them with the truth
Tattooed and scarred - reminders of our troubled youth
We whisper in the whims of the night to each other
And no matter what - we stand brother to brother
We mastermind in dreams and send a glitter through the eye
While those un-afflicted sit back and judge us on why
Chained to a destiny with no way out but death
Loyalty sealed with confirmation of last breath
Adrenaline that runs so deep, sometimes for 24 hours
With appetites for destruction that slowly devours
In us, we never cower… true to thy selves we behold the ultimate power
The Vikings, they call it Valhalla, at the table where the Judaists break challah
It is a place where we are freed from persecution of who we are to be
Rewarded, cause in ourselves we stayed true… the ultimate test of loyalty.