from a fearsome wreck, a great dagger stuck in her deck. (chorus) Crimson Dawn, my heart was torn, a midnight rescue we were called upon, a freedom fire
fathers bled I think I see a valley Covered with bones in blue All the brave soldiers that cannot get older Been asking after you Hear the past a calling
my dream in the shadow of death The calling of Hell, the calling of Satan! Follow my dream in the shadow of death The calling of Hell, the calling
more time I've always knew I just got to live my life So I'm never, ever gonna breakdown Be brave, you don't have to follow me Reclaim, what some call
to this most blasphemous of halls Lest bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call
bitterness and chaos be the harvest they wouldst reap He must n'er become a slave to this Child's beck and call For she must never waken from her Crimson
They come from nowhere brave inside Strangers in the night They come for freedom, Come to fight Come to save us all We are one until we die, Waiting for the call
Freedom, Johnny Freedom You can meet him on each page of history He?s the spirit of a bear cub Our country?s pride and joy Hats off to Johnny Freedom, Johnny Freedom
and not fear, So all that is true will be clear. Hear tomorrow, calling "hold me, show me." Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies. Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom
Mr. Henson. This is my First Officer, Mr. Matthew Henson. [FATHER] Good evening. [HENSON] Welcome aboard. [FATHER] What's that? In the distance? Such a ghostly glow. [PEARY] They're called
falling, tonight we won't break free from hell The voice of Heaven calls, we will fight with the heart of the brave We'll save our freedom, we'll get
feel I stand among them As I shout this from the heart Don't call me Harp Don't call me Harp You built your land on principles Decent, brave and true
He'll tell you 'bout the band called Fire Hose To those of you who doubt the nature of our spirit We play it out loud for everyone to hear it Building
black horse rears up, it's mane is flying high Braveness and truth is in it's heart Call of the wild Soul's running free Call of the heart Desire to
rose Oh the Cherokee rose The Cherokee rose Oh they call us the land of the free And the home of the brave But I don't hear much About the injustice
still have the freedom to learn And say what you wanna say You gotta remember No don't let 'em take away The land we call The home of the brave Who
Heart Flung from the Heights, forever fall I sing of Power, Magick and Might A Sonnet of Pure Victory A Hymn to the Fearless, the Savage, the Brave