The body flies... against the wall... against the...
He's... dead
But he says this isn't over
He says we have just begun
We call out in victory and in anguish
Because We didn't fight the right one
A war is headed our way but we'll be right at the front lines
Protecting our people
This is the end of you, of my brothers
We freed our home
And my father, oh my father, how you must be
Pleased in your grave, your spirit can now res
And now we march onto the end!