In this world of demonic beings and black magic we strive for life, for we will not subside to the creatures that walk in the night.

Now the reaper is coming.
He’s making his way underground.
They’re at the gates! They’re at the gates!
Board up the gates from hell.

Whether broken bones or skulls smashed on the walls, we will not stop until the last man falls.
The last man won’t fall.

Now sleeping in silence, not making a sound, waiting on death to come.
We’ve overstepped the barriers bringing the overseer forth.

But we will not stand by and let you take our lives.
Our people fight for us, we fight hard and rely on trust.
The last man won’t fall.

We are all now hopeful.
No dreams of having lost all.

We cannot wait in this hole of desperation any longer.
We have to beat the defeated and rise and claim what was once ours.

A new day’s sun must break and you will return to your cave and when you awake we’ll wait at the mouth and relinquish what’s left.
‘Cause we said that we wouldn’t stand by and shouted that you won’t take our lives.
Our people fucking fight for us, we all fought hard and relied on trust.
And that’s the fucking reason you’ve fallen, and the key to your army’s rebuilding.
It was only a matter of time before you cracked under pressure from the force of our resistance.

So go and bring your army to the border where death’s written in blood on the walls.

Hopeful the last man won’t fall.
We are fucking hopeful.
No dreams of having lost all.
The last man won’t fall.

We are the light, we are the saviours, we are the peace of a future that will be ours.
The last man won’t fall.
We are all now hopeful.
No dreams of having lost all.
Hopeful.

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