Raise the raven, raise it high.
Truth like an axe through a rotten lie.
Hard years taught me to take the hit.
Worst of all, I got used to it.
I brace the shield, I plant my heel.
They'll hear the truth I learned to conceal.
Out with it. A knee in the dust, a mouth full of grit.
I get to my feet, I won't submit.
They call me savage for standing tall.
For raising a shield when they wanted me small.
Truth like an axe through a rotten lie.
Hard years taught me to take the hit.
Worst of all, I got used to it.
I brace the shield, I plant my heel.
They'll hear the truth I learned to conceal.
Out with it. A knee in the dust, a mouth full of grit.
I get to my feet, I won't submit.
They call me savage for standing tall.
For raising a shield when they wanted me small.