In the shadow of the steel.
Where the fallen never heal.
I was born in the fire, raised by the flame.
Every scar on my chest carries a name.
You talk about honor, you don't know the cost.
I've buried my brothers and counted the lost.
The world is a battlefield, no neutral ground.
You either stand up or you're never found.
They say that the strong will inherit the earth.
But the strong just inherit the hurt.
I've seen the light fade from a soldier's eyes.
I've heard the truth wrapped in pretty lies.
You want my loyalty? Earn it in blood.
Or stay in the mud while the rest of us flood.
We rise from the ashes, we don't break.
We give everything for what we take.
This is the glory, the blood and the pain.
We fight through the fire, we stand in the rain.
This is the glory, the scars that remain.
We rise from the wreckage again and again.
I've walked through the valley where the shadows crawl.
Heard the echoes of names that never answered the call.
You want a hero? Go look at the grave.
They gave everything, nothing to save.
The medals we wear are the weight of the dead.
The words that they said, the tears that we bled.
You don't know the feeling of watching a friend
Take their last breath in the dirt, in the end.
They talk about freedom like it's free.
But freedom is paid for in agony.
I carry the torch that they left in the dust.
I march through the night 'til the sun turns to rust.
This is the moment. This is the stand.
We don't run. We don't plan.
We fight for the ones who never made it.
We fight for the ones who never faked it.
For the glory...
For the glory...
We rise from the ashes...
For the glory...