These days are made of mire and dust
Nowhere to go and no one to [bad word] 
I prayed for yor loss and roads not taken
We Are Not Forsaken

These days are made of sweat and tears
If one of them falls - the other appears
 [bad word] from this void,
So don't be mistaken - We Are Not Forsaken

Tell me what are you going to do
When [bad word] for your soul?
They want to have your secrets and dreams,
They will take it all
And they'll tear you apart

Those pigs are starving - they want your honeyed flesh
Those pigs are wainting for the sound
They'll break you down
They'll chew you up and spit you on this  soiled ground,so

Hold on,the sun will rise again
We'll be victoriuous - We'll beat them after all
Hold on, the sun will rise again
And you will never be alone