final masquerade

We're running towards the deep end.
There's no turning back.
We're running into the heart of fire.
We're all ready to get burnt.
The wolves howl in the mountain.
Screams of war in the battlefield.
The sound of Gabriel's horn haunting every man.
 we're all dressed up in camouflage, hiding our fear.
Tomorrow starts to look so far away.
When we're standing at the verge of our final masquerade.
Screams of children and widows that we've left behind,
Fuel our immortality.
We're ready to stand for our convections.
With shovels and stones, we're armed and ready to go to war.
Our enemies out number us 3 to 1, this is the art of war
Our enemies armed with machine guns,
but we all know we can't retreat and run back home.
Home to the warmth of our beds and the smile of our children.
We took an oath to go to war.
To go to war against.
The unjust laws,
The government monopoly.
Against this world that caters for the rich
And abandons the poor.
They said we should sit down but we manned up.
They struck us down, now this is our fight back.
Our promised land is at the mountain top.
Not at the bottom.
The wolves howl in the mountain.
Screams of war in the battlefield.
The sound of Gabriel's horn haunting every man.
 we're all up dressed in camouflage, hiding our fear.
Tomorrow starts to look far away.
When we're standing at the verge of our final masquerade.
(the rebellion has began)