with our faces against our foes
I put my hands to my chest,
Even the thought of them making it,
all the way - all the way,
on one of those awful dreadful days,
makes my heart collapse and skip a beat
Inside napalm it's less heat
Our hope was wearing thin
Their victory was in the bag
Our hope was wearing thin
Their victory was in the bag
Desperation breaks our spirit,
and crushes our fighting will
We call for reinforcements,
and brand new means to kill
We rush towards the frontline,
to take back what they stole
To take back our motherland
Our hope was wearing thin
Their victory was in the bag
Our hope was wearing thin
Their victory was in the bag
Our hope was wearing thin
Their victory was in the bag