Who Will Stand? Where are all the heroes to fight the rising odds? Who will rise among us to tear down our heathen gods? We must have a savior to battle with the dogs. Battle with the dogs of war unleashed to turn the cogs The Titan-king doe reign to bring u to our knees. Few can find the valor to espy what is to see. He who can is marked, a heretic said to be. But rise, fight now we must to usurp this kings decree Now how shall we who see, triumph to raise the score? We use our knowledge thus, and go knocking door to door? Or raise the sword of truth an vie among the hordes. One method be not enough to stir them to the core. Brave people stand your ground, your weapons sure to stage. Raise your tones that you may shake, palaces with your cries. Humble men so boldly may all the gods enrage. When shepherd will cast his stone, into the giant's eyes. So fight we men of old, our ancestors once did, At fabled marathon, Gettysburg, Thermopylae. They saw all odds against them, still their fate they bid. Now we must strive, to seek, to fight, and hope not to die.