You see the distant flames
They bellow in the night
You fight in all our names, for what we know is right
And when you all get shot
And cannot carry on
Though you die, La Resistance lives on....

You may get stabbed in the head
With a dagger or a sword
You may be burned to death
Or skinned alive, or worse
But when they torture you
You will not feel the need to run
For, though you die, La Resistance lives on....


We've got a second Platoon if you wanna join us!