Achilles - The Backbreaker - Showdown

We are too old to cry, too young to die

We’re bound to the promise of better lives

We’re bought and sold, content to know

That we’ll never have to fight if we do what we’re told

We are warrior sons but we run from a cause

That brings freedom and purpose and hope to us all

We would rather be a product of the world and its whims

Than have the world be a product of the force of our wills

RISE.

And at the sound of our standing the earth will groan

RISE.

And we will break their backs

And we will stretch for days and miles and years

Pulled across the fabric of our hopes and fears

We’ll pay the price, the sacrifice

Rebels and angels, a storm of white light

Earth shakers, life takers

Passion and purpose makes men of us all

The slow rotting, the cancerous fear

The corruption, we put a stop to it here

Brothers in arms to me!

RISE.

And at the sound of our standing the earth will groan

RISE.

And we will break their backs with the weight of our will

Give us insurrection

Give us something to say

Give us thirst for vengeance

And we will break their backs with the weight of our will