We Fight In Honour, We Fight With Dignity And Pride. We Fight For You Dear Trey
Take Care Up There
Jealousy
Turning saints into the sea
swimming through sick lullaby
choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
cause I'm Mr Brightside
Duty, honor, tribe: Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be. They are your rallying point to build courage when courage seems to fail, to regain faith when there seems to be little cause for faith, to create hope when hope becomes forlorn....In my dreams I hear again the crash of axe, the rattle of swords, the strange, mournful mutter of the battlefield. But in the evening of my memory always there echoes and re-echoes: