Songtexte: The Rebel Spell. Days Of Rage. Rebels Sing.

The story is about Chiapas and the Brazen Mohawk roar, and all the love filled soldiers who've lived and died for more. They're the ones among the crowd that won't back down. The stories and legends that humble us all. For dreams of justice, brave romantics with amazing will of heart and purpose. They speak to us, own your fear. The words of these warriors have rung in my ears for years.I fought the way it was but I'm not a hero. I just stood up when no gambler would take those odds. Like tiny alpine flowers on a wasteland of battered soil. All they need is the smallest piece of ground to live their lives. But those with too much have the only means to take it all. Who can face that challenge? Who can see what's wrong? Brasilia's workers, Sandinistas, Peoples army, ragtag rebels. Tiny Diggers, smaller chances. Will they be forgotten? I don't think so. I fought the way it was, but I'm not a hero. I just stood up when no gambler would take those odds. Wolverine is not far away he's in our hearts he's on this stage.Wolverine is not make believe, he can't be held back. He's in a rage. We do what we do straight out of love, and not for anything else, and that's why rebels sing