Here’s to the trials
Here’s to those who found their way
Those in revival
And those who’ve lived through their last day
Here we stand
Trying to wipe the egg from our faces
Hoping we don’t end up branded by
The hell we raised
The trail was tough
A mix of mud and gravel road
More than enough
To drive away lesser souls
But you stuck it out
Tried to fill that ditch
Came on out the other side
One surly son of a bitch
Who gave up
Embraced your burden long ago
Topped off your cup
With venom that you didn’t know
As the stones around you shift beneath your feet
Fell to the bottom where the air is rotten
And you only have your pride to eat
Here’s to the trials
Here’s to those who found their way
Those in revival
And those who’ve lived through their last day
Here we stand
Trying to wipe the egg from our faces
Hoping we don’t end up branded by
The hell we raised
Now the cup you hold is full of water
And you don’t let that old shit bother you
You know living clean will get you farther
But there’s a voice inside going to make it harder
Drag you back to the rock and make you holler
But even if you waiver you still have honor
Because you don’t need a collar to have a little faith in you
So raise a glass to the aftermath of the fury that you wrought
Throw it back and toast the battles that you fought
If some should miss your lips then let it slip it'll purify the ground
Now the path we walk is sanctified so here’s to the next round
Here’s to the trials
Here’s to those who found their way
Those in revival
And those who’ve lived through their last day
Here we stand
Trying to wipe the egg from our faces
Hoping we don’t end up branded by
The hell we raised