With empty minds and vacant stares Our lifeless generation is drawn Toward the illusions of endless offered bait The same selective vision Let boxcars carry millions to their cremation Inaction masked by pseudo satisfaction So many lives have burned away "Another night with nothing to do" is an infection When anger has no motive and force has no direction A lack of self control invites every distraction From the holocausts we'd see and a world in agony 1944 through 1998: children dead at Birkenau Or Tibetans laid to waste Excuses become our legacy Postponing introspection through denial and self rejection There is no inevitable oppresiion We are digging our own graves Afraid of what we feel so our lives remain the same Uphold the status quo as if there's someone else to blame Who will cast away our ashes after we've thrown Ourselves into the flames? "I can always do it tomorrow" Well you might as well be dead today This is my revolution The epitaph of our collective grave will read that "Work never made us free" Our strength maintained by never giving in We have so much to lose so little time left to begin For even when we're gone The effects of our legacy will still remain So we've got to break it In time alone as the years go by what I feel can't be denied When tension builds and nothing gets changed I strive to understand and redefine this rage And fight for a new legacy

November mist, a silent nighte Starv'd to deathe I awaite the fighte The sounde of hooves in the breake of dawne The calme before the storme The drums asound, hear the horns atone To sounde the charge on this icy morne Oute of the crowde a knighte cometh forthe The Lion of the northe White lightning, gunpowder in the air Salvation, desir'd across the lande We came, we foughte withe the Lion of the northe On Streiff he was riding aheade We stand, we fighte withe the Lion of the northe The saviour from up highe above hath come He rode along all his rows of men Up highe on Streiff, saluting them The Lion spoke and we swore to fighte On these frozen fieldes we'd die He turn'd his face to the foes that day Throughe the dwindling mist he had pav'd his way He rais'd his sworde to attacke the hordes Oh the Lion of the northe White lightning, gunpowder in the air Salvation, the cry throughoute the lande We came, we foughte withe the Lion of the northe On Streiff he was riding aheade We stand, we fighte withe the Lion of the northe The saviour from up highe above hath come [Solo] Erblicket, ett lejon! I rimfrost han ridar fram Och han draer sitt vapen, sveas konung det är han Han hälsar sina mannar och på Streiff mot fienden Ett lejon från höga nord, ska äras på vår jord [Solo] Erblicket, ett lejon! I rimfrost han ridar fram Och han draer sitt vapen, sveas konung det är han Han hälsar sina mannar och på Streiff mot fienden Ett lejon, son från norden, vi han ska ära på vår jord