hawkwind
warriors
We are the warriors at the edge of time We are Humanity's scythe to sweep this way and that And cut the Enemy down as weeds We are Humanity's spade to dig up the roots wherever they have grown We are Humanity's fire to burn the waste to the finest ash We are the wind which will blow the ash away As if it had never existed We will destroy those Enemies But we must first know the Enemies And the Enemies are the devils that hide in our minds And make us less than happy They make us less than happy We are the warriors at the edge of time We are the veterans of a savage truth We are the lost We are the last We are the betrayed We are the betrayed We are the betrayed...