We are not interested in the possibility of defeat.
Not within the silence of a deserted ally,
Nor the clamor of a crowded street.
F.E.A.R. can not be Vanquished, we can not be destroyed.
F.E.A.R. will rise up again and control the masses,
Take back the power and crush the insurgent hoard.
As war fades in to the distant memories of enlightened pigs and open wounds,
Rebels will begin to perish one by one, it should.
Feel the fear of dying young, not ignore the chance to scream.
Lie awake at night in terror, admitting F.E.A.R. will return to glory and the story
Of Rebels who set out to conquer will finish.