Anthem

Cradle to grave yes the crowd they were one
Shaping our minds, the unconquered has won
I will walk my own path even if it leads to my death
Proving to god his own test
If this is a vice, then we wish no virtue
We need to be free and to speak our own truth
If this is a vice then we wish no virtue
Releasing our hearts somewhere new.
Nothing is left for us now
We must retire underground
The power of the sky is born
From candle to light we’ll be scorned