Sons of the Rebellion - Craving

I was raised under the double sun

Where the sandy winds take breath

And a brimming cup from a Beduine

Is a knell of certain death

My uncle tried to hold me back

Feared my father’s blood in me

That might, too well he understood

Bring pain and agony

But now he’s buried, left behind

And countless stars pass by my eyes

I don’t forget, I’ll take revenge

I will succeed and turn this page

Death followed me, it tracked us down

Black as night glares its baneful moon

How can we hope for victory

Before this harbinger of doom

The fire roars without remorse

Soon one by one, the voices die

I’m left alone, I’m on my own

A final chance, and then we’re gone

But through despair, a voice long passed

Speaks calming words, a solemn song

What I once knew, I leave behind

I close my eyes and mass my mind

Time freezes, seconds turn to years

A fleeting moment, then it’s gone

I will succeed, I will prevail

The force is with me, I won’t fail!

Daughters and sons of the rebellion

Come, heed the call of history

Our blood shall spill, our arms shall break

But certain is our victory

Warriors of Yavin IV, stand your ground, you’ve come so far

Come, heed the call of history (the call of history)

Our blood shall spill, our shields shall crack

We hold our ground, no turning back

The restless moon will light our path

Shine one last time, succumb to wrath

Our blood shall spill, our shields shall crack

We hold our ground, no turning back

Victorious rose, defeated fell

The first ray newborn dawn will tell