In spite of earnest dreams we're broken

In spite of arrogance we're humbled

For all these stubborn minds we compromise

Through all of the rose gardens let us walk

Without prickling thorns

Through golden lambs may burn,

Let us not be tempted more

For every cup I drink,don't let me spill one drop

In spite of tempting gold we'll never sell our souls

To fight for what we've founded,

We'll always hold our ground

To fight the stale malaise,to fight to preserve our ways

Through all of the rose gardens let us walk

Without prickling thorns

Through golden lambs may burn,

Let us not be tempted more

For every cup I drink,don't let me spill one drop

One more down,we're moving up

That much less to go

New hope lies within the pain of sweat and of blood

You can bet we'll see you there

Our shadows will fly over the mountain tops

We'll see you there