Branded, forced into exile

Cinical routine, family union dissolved

Accused, abandonment, dead beat

Admonished, siblings, severed values detached



Hear my children calling

Loud out to me

I won't subscribe to a campaign

Bent on tragedy



[Chorus :]

Build to resist, build to resist

My children I'll come for you



Bonded, subculture formed

Anguish, yearning fills painful spiritless void

Blood flows vested strong and free

Starved from rightful tender physical resolve



Har my children crying

Loud out to me

I won't subscribe to a campaign

Bent on tragedy



[Chorus (2x)]



My children I come for you