This is the battlefield of existence,
My heroes and I raise fists in resistance,
Beat our way through the cowering masses,
To those by the light; raising their glasses,
We'll fight with honour,
For what's right,
Be made tales of valour,
For beating away the night,
When they are beaten,
We'll revel in victory,
Then bring back the light,
Cast away misery,
Put back this place,
As was and should be,
No more rat race,
Mere equality.
(C) Kyrian. 1996