Take up arms, all you fallen oppressed
This is insurrection rising, mobilizing defense
Itís time, my brothers, beat your shovels to swords
Itís time, my friends, sound the siren for war!
Can you smell it the air my brethren?
It Ďs the beautiful stench of reinvention
Sharpen your axes, resurrect your hatchets
As we raise our chalices to fallen combatants
Itís time, my brothers, earn your stripes and your lashes
Itís time, my friends, light your hearts into action
With our backs to the wall
Weíll respond to the call
Fall, Goliath, fall, fall goliath
Lift the head of the giant
To celebrate our defiance
Fall Goliath, fall, fall goliath
Hold the line and
Raise your Claymores high
For a reason to die
The ghosts of our fathers beat drums by our sides
The trophies of the day: scalps and hides
We fight, not for the hate of a tyrant
We fight, because of love for what is behind us.