Alba s touto skladbou:
Triptych,
Through the clouds of allen ash, a lonely mother's cry
Among the fields of broken glass the loyal few will arise
Faith now regained
Finding strength within the void, a raging fire ignites
A spark of ever-burning power and conviction to fight
Pride be your name
They will spit upon the honor that you guard with your life
And run to hide in selfish fear when threat of death is in sight
Lay down your shame
Armed with resistance and blind to the cost
They say your purpose is mindless and lost
But we don't adhere to the slander they spill
We mourn with your losses and stand by your will
These tears we spill
They haunt us still
The cries of the weak lie quiet in sleep
Beneath our feet
We are the sons of Holy Wrath, a shining light in the dark
The ones who walk amongst despair, no sign of fear in our hearts
Stand in death's way
Shut out the voice of mindlessness, open your eyes to the truth
Believe the words that stand the test and not the slurs of the youth
You're not what they say
Turn over the tables and watch them run
You'll be the weapon they can't outrun
