Poor peasants assemble
Gather what you have
Give it up for freedom
Our lands are at stake
The war machines are hungry
Feed them with your sweat
The elite know what's best
Towers will fall
And crowns will roll
A day will arrive
Where the air will be filled
With red mist of redemption
Take 'em
Strike 'em
Beat 'em
Bleed 'em
The sound of silence came back to appease us
We firmly take hold of our power
The tide has finally turn
Spread out across the nations
Peace is wearing thin
The Kingdom is on edge
Let them bear the burden
They will not complain
The laws of silence rule
Empires smitten to the ground
And kings will kneel
The day has arrived
And the streets will be filled
With swift fists of rebellion
Take em
Strike 'em
Beat 'em
Bleed 'em
They took our pride
They stole our lives
Don't stand on our path
Or you will feel our wrath