Fight with me, fight for thyself

Fight with me, fight for thyself

Under no king, or noble or queen

With the fire of yearning in my heart

I thirst for freedom and liberty

I find in the wild a state of art

Art of living in peace and rejoice

Away from the people who tear you apart

Ye have a choice, get out of sin

We’re all alike, no matter the skin

Under no king, or noble or queen

Rousing the dormant child in me

I cover my scars for the sake of thine

And unfold thine eyes ere sinking on my knees

I’ve met the Lord and his goodness

Disheartened I was for the things I’ve seen

Nothing will change with the blade in sheath

Thus, draw thy sword and fight with me