The surface is broken

The voice is stolen

The image shattered

The deal null and void

There is no reason, no remorse, no hope is left

What's left is hopelessness, despondency, and misery

There is no willingness to fight to clash to brawl

Where are the dirty, filthy bastards too stubborn to give in?

Broken bones and bleeding wounds, knuckles bruised and aching

Fists up high, face in the wind, head first in the melee

Flailing wild, wailing about, a storm-wind in the fray

Devoted to the frenzied rush, uncivilized and free

Steadfast to the cause

Zealous to a fault

Faithful and devout

Boundless and free

Broken bones and bleeding wounds, knuckles bruised and aching

Fists up high, face in the wind, head first in the melee

Flailing wild, wailing about, a storm wind in the fray

Devoted to the frenzied rush, uncivilized and free