Dark Age - Onwards! lyrics

I was born into trouble son trouble is the game we play suddenly pounding at the back of my head and I finally found a way Black feet proven on their endless roam howling on the chosen way I've been crawling on for a destined life and finally you want to say Oh... I am getting closer to the end I hold on to the back of my gun waiting for the chosen day Forward we march - until we meet again a different life all the same I try to run to you and still walk away I have come to follow you as I try to follow you turn away What do you do when war comes back for you?