A Call To Arms

1. We march to the beat of a different drummer
Duty, decree, and a sense of wonder
Enemies gathering on all sides
A single voice echoing deep inside
Destroying the fear
And drowning out the thunder.

Listen soldiers, gather 'round
All the strongholds must be found
Burn 'em down!

[Chorus:]
This is a revolution, this is a call to arms
So put your warpaint on, it‘s time to sound the fight song
The saints of absolution
Heed the call, give it all, make war
So fall in line this time, 'cause this is what we came for.

2. The saints come alive with a different power
Awake to survive the eleventh hour
Enemies scrambling for the shores
Confusion and chaos evermore
A life free from chains is a life worth fighting for.

Search the battlefield within
Find the stronghold nests of sin
Hit 'em again!

[Chorus x2]