[Verse 1: Female Vocalist] We raise our glasses to celebrate victory, Laughing how we vanquished the enemy for their trickery. Come dance around the fire where the cook burns the rotisserie, Surrounded by heated stones basting barbecue with hickory. It’s tradition throughout our history where rituals were pivotal, After enduring conditions that were miserable and critical. But now we are the champions that surpassed our predecessors, By defeating our oppressors the tyrants and transgressors. [Chorus: Female Vocalist] We’ve stood on the brink of Triumph’s Rim, It was a miracle we won because the odds were slim. We sank in the abyss where it was hard to swim, Outcomes looked bleak and the situation was grim. But the light guided us to a tree branch, We pulled out before hyperthermia could keep us from seeing the ranch. That connected to the shallow end of a avalanche, That fell when the flow of snow was cut because of the stanch. [Verse 2: Female Vocalist] We rode our horses through the fields into the tree line, Galloping in the forest then separating three from nine. We stopped at a old bunker that was a well kept mine, It was stocked with an arsenal where soldiers slept and dined. This was before the apocalypse now everything’s dystopian, No souls are being born cause women tied their fallopian’s. Vegetation turned to sand so we stand Ethiopian, Future predictions were a lie there’s nothing of it utopian. [Chorus: Female Vocalist] We’ve stood on the brink of Triumph’s Rim, It was a miracle we won because the odds were slim. We sank in the abyss where it was hard to swim, Outcomes looked bleak and the situation was grim. But the light guided us to a tree branch, We pulled out before hyperthermia could keep us from seeing the ranch. That connected to the shallow end of a avalanche, That fell when the flow of snow was cut because of the stanch. [Bridge: Female Vocalist] Boarders have been breached, Orders are hard to teach. Distance can’t be reached, The resistance became a leech. Stains are a strain to bleach, Some vaporized on the beach. There’s not enough rations for each, This is from a tied tongue of impediment speech. [Chorus: Female Vocalist] We’ve stood on the brink of Triumph’s Rim, It was a miracle we won because the odds were slim. We sank in the abyss where it was hard to swim, Outcomes looked bleak and the situation was grim. But the light guided us to a tree branch, We pulled out before hyperthermia could keep us from seeing the ranch. That connected to the shallow end of a avalanche, That fell when the flow of snow was cut because of the stanch. [Verse 3: Female Vocalist] We persevered and made it through the fire, It was a balancing act like walking on a wire. Over a pit of of flames I was ashamed of my desires, Which pretty much held me back from elevating higher. Some fell below to dematerialized, It was scary to see them disappear right before our eyes. I was told looking down isn’t really wise, But it motivated me across and I made it to my surprise. [Chorus: Female Vocalist] We’ve stood on the brink of Triumph’s Rim, It was a miracle we won because the odds were slim. We sank in the abyss where it was hard to swim, Outcomes looked bleak and the situation was grim. But the light guided us to a tree branch, We pulled out before hyperthermia could keep us from seeing the ranch. That connected to the shallow end of a avalanche, That fell when the flow of snow was cut because of the stanch.
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