Warriors - Hawkwind

We are the warriors at the edge of time

We are Humanity’s scythe to sweep this way and that

And cut the Enemy down as weeds

We are Humanity’s spade to dig up the roots wherever they have grown

We are Humanity’s fire to burn the waste to the finest ash

We are the wind which will blow the ash away

As if it had never existed

We will destroy those Enemies

But we must first know the Enemies

And the Enemies are the devils that hide in our minds

And make us less than happy

They make us less than happy

We are the warriors at the edge of time

We are the veterans of a savage truth

We are the lost

We are the last

We are the betrayed

We are the betrayed

We are betrayed