I sit here listening to the voices of the past
Talking of love, hate, peace, and tyranny
From one extreme to the other
This world will rise and fall
But in the end, we will stand tall

If we rise and take our places
In the darkness of the night
Stand up and hold proud faces
We will ride victorious from the fight
So I call out to you, people of the light
Stand up and take your places
So we win this cursed fight

From waged wars of ages past
We look upon with faces torn
We run to our homes, as pain comes fast
Too scared to turn, too frightened to mourn
For all the losses of the fights before

We envy the rich but mock the poor
With dumbfounded anger, we kill only for the sight
But in good time someday, the enemy will pay
For the wrong that has been dealt us this night

We fight against the rules of the Dark Ages
Against the demons and principalities of the night
For with our hope comes the will to stand until the last
With our faith we will emerge from these mazes
And we will fight our cursed fight
Finally rid ourselves from the lethargic rule of kings long past

Against tyranny we stand
Beside peace we stand
So let the world fight unholy enemies
Arm in arm, hand in hand

For as we wait
We Will Stand

Originally written – 20 May 2001