Determination, it echoes against the winds of hate and denial
Higher rising the legend's banner that strife cannot defile
The currency of whispers speaks to resentment and regret
But further on the banner waves in the glimmer of sunset
She spoke of times I failed her in the trials of becoming men
Charging with our banners just to flee them once again
Smartly in the shadows we regain our strength and honor
To rise again in righteous defense of our burning manor.
Jealously, she spoke of triumphs snatched from jackal's jaw
And wounds of blood and anger that would ripen red and raw
Vengeful in our justice we become a certain type of man
Who struggles with the question of when to stay the hand.
Lucid now, we never fail to fight our fickle fate
Never turning from a horrid will to find our hate.
And so we turn and spirits burn with passion in our eye
To choose between our love and hate, the passions we defy.
