With our bows drawn back

and our eyes unblinking,

we stand before the darkness,

our torches lighting up the night.

Every one of us bears scars of the past.

Our wills were broken,

our hearts torn out.

We faced down death

and didn’t come out alive.

We drank the dregs of sorrow

and have known

the bitterness of defeat.

But today we stand unflinching,

our gazes locked on our targets.

We will let our arrows fly,

their fires burning with vengeance.

We were once the damned,

now raised to life.

We will not be conquered.

You cannot kill the dead.

 

We are the archers.

Our aim is true.

We will stand our ground.

We will not give way.

 

 

We are the archers.

We’ve known your fear.

And now it fuels

our determination.

 

Our feet are firmly planted,

our resolve like steel.

We have known your torments,

we have tasted your blade.

Now you will know our wrath

as we rain down destruction

upon all you have created.

We will take back

what you have stolen.

We will lead out the captives

and we will break your hold.

 

We are the archers.

We are the harbingers of light.

We will not stop.

We will not slow down.

 

We are the archers.

We will destroy your lies.

We will give you no rest.

We will show no mercy.

 

 

For Po