Fires

We can not fall, we can not fall,
can't take what ours,
at the end of all this we will carry on,
with a deathgrip we stand never too look back,
so much lies ahead once we get past,
raise the gates for the martyr,
here he comes, he will be waiting there for us,
the same road tread again and again,
the fire has gone out,
we'll face the wolves with a smile,
we'll hunt them down everytime,
the hand holding our tongues is losing grip
it's time to use or lose our voices,
we can not fall.