All have been forsaken Who will stand up, fight for our tomorrow I will take the hard stance Still shining bright in this desolate black All have been forsaken So coalesce, league of the first born I will take the hard stance Still shining bright in this desolate black Some thing is after me Search and destroy all the lives of the past And of my generation We are all the enemy so chose your battles well Opposition will only betray us I rise above for the city of lost children Valuable hearts are forgotten, torn, torn If I back down for your fear of my conviction Then we all lose not the battle, war, war Embrace the one who will stand for us till the end All are forsaken by the world We though forgotten are not alone League of the first born Darkness surrounds will it swallow you Or take his hand and we will rise to our feet Who do you think is going down When you stick the pistol to your face And say its pointed at me So I will stand for all the broken ones For all the cities, the lost children Weight of the world is pressing down But I will press back I will press or martyr Darkness, violence, bleeding, lost, fall We are all Still shining bright in this desolate black