Dust settles on a ravaged land Cloaking the ruins beget by man In this obscurity we rise to carve our way Instinct is our only guide on these bondless paths For we do not fear death, as it is all around We must keep one step ahead of its voracious grasp In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands Our minds consumed with a narrow vision To descry the shrouded ways that will lead us to our asylum Where the fires of hope still burn In these most perilous of times it is better To have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hands We seek survival We seek survival All paths lead to the survival fires With might in our hearts and lightning in our hands We'll bow to none, we'll discern our way All paths lead to the survival fires All paths lead to the survival fires Survival Survival