Sanoja: Firebrands. Black Stripes.

This is the front line
This is the high wire
These are the live rounds
This is the lost fire

This is one for the children born today
All the bloody screaming glory entering the fray
The battlefield of life all the saints are made of stone
Black stripes flying over the dreary we call home

This is irony in motion picture style
Renegades unafraid plead guilty with a smile
Firebrands on the stake the only way to die
Caught up in a whirlwind fiery chariots to the sky

This is the new breed
This is the new sound
This is the new feel
This is the new ground

This is the new breed
This is the new sound
This is the new feel
This is the new ground

This is one for the children born today
All the bloody screaming glory entering the fray
The battlefield of life all the saints are made of stone
Black stripes flying over the dreary we call home

This is irony in motion picture style
Renegades unafraid plead guilty with a smile
Firebrands on the stake the only way to die
Caught up in a whirlwind fiery chariots to the sky

This is the front line
This is the high wire
These are the live rounds
This is the lost fire

This is the new breed
This is the new sound
This is the new feel
This is the new ground

Black stripes
Scorching metal in my mind
Black stripes
Torching switches to the grind
Black stripes
Rippling in the wind
Black stripes
Burning under skin

Black stripes
Scorching metal in my mind
Black stripes
Torching switches to the grind
Black stripes
Rippling in the wind
Black stripes
Burning under skin

(Thanks to Rachel for these lyrics)