We are the riders, facing the storm Conviction guides us taking the scorn Denying the yes-man, never being the fool Longing for freedom, our aim is true
We are so loaded holding the flame Screaming in anger our rights to claim
We are to proud we want it all
Strong and proud we'll survive the grief Scream and shout for what we believe
Tipping the scales never biting our tongue Freedom is calling the heart of the young
We are the riders, facing the storm Conviction guides us taking the scorn Denying the yes-man, never being the fool Longing for freedom, our aim is true
Fist up high, freedom to defend Dark to deny, unation stands