The wise stand tall, we don't salute, we hale;

While the old goes in, the young prevailes;

Tempers are short, blood veins swell;

Take it to the heart, or parish in Hell;

Voices from the dark, you hear in your mind;

It's the brotherhood in me that makes me shine;

I can't turn my back, that's not what they teach;

It's to live or die, or to rest in Peace.