Bloodied yet Unbowed - Primordial

I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times

No regrets and no remorse

No 4 am whiskey soaked wisdom or bloody

knuckled politics

Do I regret and not a single moment will I ever

repent

You may say I have lost to a better man

This may be true I cannot protest or lie

Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong or

even to be right

To those who did not dare to sing out of tune

Or sing a different song

To march to the beat of a different drum and speak

the truths others fear

Just give me one thing to live or die for

So here’s to comrades near and far

So raise a glass, raise your voices

Years have passed some would say

They have not been kind

Yet these are the scars of war

And we remain yet we stand

Bloodied yet unbowed

What is the standard with which I bear

What flag do we fly when marching to war

Only a nation that dare not speak its name

Nor can ever shed its pain

So here’s to comrades near and far

Raise a glass, raise hell

Years have passed closer to the grave

But this is the song we chose to sing

To the bitter end, to the end