When I was wandering up a hill to take a look
I wished to see the things which fits to my right foot
The thing I'm telling you about, it was a boot
I lost it, it was gone, I was in a bad mood

My soul was weak
And my heart full of worries
As an old man
Came over and said:

Stand up and dance, stand up and dance, stand up and dance!
Stand up and dance, stand up and dance and feel the sound of Fewjar!
Stand up and dance, stand up and dance, stand up and dance!
Stand up and dance, stand up and feel: Fewjar is future!

Those things the man told to me were hard to believe
I called him fag and wanted just that he receives my boot
After he said: "asshole, give a damn shit on it!"
I noticed suddenly the real reason to live:

Music which makes
Me strong
Music which leads
Me to the place I belong!

Stand up and dance, stand up and dance, stand up and dance!
Stand up and dance, stand up and dance and feel the sound of Fewjar!
Stand up and dance, you'll be in trance, come, take the chance!
You can do well, you can go far, Fewjar is future!

In every good powermetal song
There has to be an epic clean played part

Stand up and dance, stand up and dance, stand up and dance!
Stand up and dance, stand up and dance and feel the sound of Fewjar!

Stand up and dance, you'll be in trance, come, take the chance!
You can do well, you can go far, Fewjar is future!