My brothers made their mark
In blood and sidewalk chalk
Though they were brave and bold
It was all for naught
Our mother bless her soul
We left her all alone
With three sons to bury still
Next to our father's stone
For all your kin that's left don't worry
For all the blood we've shed is for our home
For all the ones I've killed I'm sorry
For all the crows will feast upon their bones
From their bones
When we broke the lock
They guards respond with shock
Though they were born in war
We knew for what we fought
My shots rang true that day
Though they did slay
Four of freedom's sons
So four wreaths to lay
We stole their book of codes
So that we would know
When and where to kill
For our lady revolutions will
For all your kin that's left don't worry
For all the blood we've shed is for our home
For all the ones I've killed I'm sorry
For all the crows will feast upon their bones
For all the ones we've lost I'm sorry
But all the blood we shed is for our own
For all the souls I've cursed don't worry
Because God herself will guide us home, drive us home.