We’ll rise again
We’ll rise again
We’ll start again

Like they rose from the dead again
Such thoughts move straight through their head again
Blessed as the children of men
Who saw that swords strike less than the pen

Surfacing from primordial waters
We are the sons and daughters of raucous
Take your pretence to the slaughter
Leave adversaries hung, drawn in quarters

As we awoke that morning, yawning
Blessed with a new skin forming
Eyes squinting, claret still pouring
Fists clenched, grasping, crying out calling
Lungs gasping, absorbing endorphin
We this unsuccessful abortion
Spartan spawn, sworn
Raised for warring
All told and we’re reborn again

I don’t need their eyes on me
I don’t need no sympathy

We’ll rise again
We’ll rise again
We’ll start again

We’ll rise again
We’ll rise again
We’ll start again