作词 : Azagthoth, Vincent
Cold finger on the trigger
Behind a line drawn in the sand
Anger rise!
We fight a war with much at stake
The rights of birth that no one can take
Overflowing with anger
A soon to be awakening
Will be martyrs on to glory
Dawn finds us in this rage
As it must be this dawn of the mad
My finger on the button
With what so foreign in my sights
Anger rise!
We wage a war - Our nature to preserve
By any means - Our enemies be gone
No longer can we wait
As an enemy drains our future
As the light of a new day shines
Our anger fuels our march this dawn
Call of duty - All the minutemen rise and shine
Call of duty - Only sovereigns
Stand the test of time