Arms of the Few Songtext
von Strife

Reaching hands- cirkling down i see it twist to nothing torn from

What it meant, cou from extence... my fingers bleed, but reaching hands are not weak the light the tonce burned so bright, has now

Been cast a dismal grey. fighting to keep the voice alive, i cannot left

It end this way... i'm held- in the arms of the few! i walk in a line with

The skared, never breaking my vow. i swear to you. A rise of

Commitment strong, a vision to wich it belongs. purty of the

Mind and body, to keep the resistance moving on ...