Ours Is the Storm - Neaera

Conviction and desire

Will not obey to hate

Life is ours to conquer

We become the war we wake

Beaten to the dust

But never jading

Choking on lies

Never suffocating

Ours is the storm

The bold, the strong

Ours is the storm

From piles of nothing

We’re forging something

Ours is the cold

Virtuous wrath

The strong, the bold

The first to last

Beaten to the dust

Yet never jading

Choking on lies

Never suffocating

The darkness

Of our past defeats

Will brighten the light

Of our victories

Blinded with tears of blood

Searching for a distant dawn

Ranks close to brave the flood

To embrace the new day’s spawn

Ours is the storm

The bold, the strong

Ours is the storm

From piles of nothing

We’re forging something