Hold Your Position - The Draymin

Panic in the dead streets, you’ve got the anxious glow

You’re ticking on the outside, don’t let it blow

Listen to the war drum, so you beat in time

Hold your position, until you see the sign

What do you expect, join the line and pray

Promises, promises, but then they fade away

Fading of the war drum, and it’s slowing down

You’ve given up your life but they will wear your crown

Once more, you would die for, as you lay down everything

They can forget all those things, when you lay down everything