ziwa:
tyler belonged to this league, until the day it took her life
it stole her from the ones she loved, so long before it was her time
and i swore upon her grave, that somehow i would make things right
so i trained twice as hard, made sure i'd memorized the rules
and i volunteered myself for the hell that she went through
deep down i knew, i couldn't accept if there was nothing i could do

we've waited so long for this day
some way to take the death away
no one would ever have to say
"my hero worked into her grave"


mooney:
ziwa, listen to yourself, then listen carefully to me.
you know that nothing can be done to this invincible machine.
it doesn't care for what we feel,
and we can't stop it from what it will achieve.
i know that you're still searching for a way to make a better world.
but you joined long after we'd passed the point of no return.
and here we are,
like puppets dangling until our strings are burned.

ziwa + (mooney.):
we've waited so long for this day
(we've waited so long for this day.)
some way to take the death away
(but its price is one we cannot pay.)
no one would ever have to say
(and there is no way we could have.)
"my hero worked into her grave"
(just let go and let it be.)




ziwa + (mooney.):
what will come of us if this league will have its way
it will kick us until we bow, and it will bend us until we break
but even if we're facing death
i will stare upon the gods until i see them start to bleed
and if i see them feel pain, then i will never bend my knee
until they know what they've done to us

(you are a fool.)
you underestimate the bonds between our friends
(but they are weaker than you think.)
you think that they'll surrender, but if we all connect our hands
we'll all be strong
(just wait and see.)

we'll visit them and make them pay
(but you would cower at the sight.)
we will foray into the heavens
(you were not built for such a height.)
we will be heroes
(you are no hero.)

ziwa:
we've waited so long for this day
some way to take the death away
no one would ever have to say
"my hero worked into her grave"
they can't match our hearts pumping blood
and our hands clutching bats of steel
i swear this league will be destroyed
and it will never be rebuilt
i'll stand over halifax, my city
my parting will be bittersweet
and when we desecrate the heavens
millions will rise to their feet
and we will raise our bats above us
cold steel shining in the sun
and in time both of us will see
that tyler's battle will be won