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Brothers!
Trust not the kings of this world
trust not the snakes by the
crowns on their heads

The scorching of septic flesh, the
riddance of the yoke
they have lured upon us,
scorching into our flesh
the melting of golden crown into
ploughshares

Be not like the princes
rip not your heart of flesh out in
search of a golden one
glory of this world is but vapour

All towers will tear and fall to the
ground

Trust not the kings of this world
for ever to their shackles they us
bind
look for not to their sliver for
hope, that blinding glimmer

Let not our thoughts be bent to
the ways of their greed
for ever like a rabid mongrel
greed bite the hands that feeds it

Let justice be wreaked on the
wolves of their thrones

Brothers!
Let us be rid of this curse
let us be different, let us inverse

The riches of this world are but
vapour,
towers ready to fall

In the valley of death we are all
beggars

Their castles will crumble, and
the waves run them over
and grind them to sand

All towers must fall, throne
rooms and gilded halls
facing the flood of an unending
tide

All tyrants will crawl, like the
snakes they were
stealing, making idols for their
own destruction
false flames in the hearts of man

All flesh will rot, all hearts will
stop

We will look for embers of
humanity in the ashes
of the empires brought to justice

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