Broken and chained, tensions rise in the plebeian mass
As the questioning words of the once mute skeptic find ears
A pervasive sense of distrust and and cynicism stirs
A phenomenon not unknown to the spectrum of power
The facade of trust and authority assumed by the masters
Cracks and breaks beneath a newfound force of inquisition

Culmination of the proletariat's anguish
The gears of cognition turn in their minds
A voice of defiance shatters the silence
Understanding of the commoners' cause

atque propositum nostri essentiae intellegamus
(and we understand the purpose of our being)
subito epiphania, sic ecce, lux e tenebris
(suddenly an epiphany, thus behold, light from darkness)

A malicious parasite dwells deep in the human psyche
Whispering venom into the ear of the slave
Choked in the streets, the thought gives way to vengeance
Innumerable hands disassemble flesh and stone alike
Brick by brick tearing down the structures of power
Executed officials, a vigilante's justice

The everwatching eye sees through the chaotic revolt
Hidden hands now draw strings, manipulating the force
In this time of desperation a question appears and is gone
Does this insurrection belong to the slaves or the masters?

similis, ulticter hostibus, aqua fluemus
(like water we flow vengefully to the enemies)
similis formica in series improvida, ordo ab chao
(like thoughtless ants in a column, order from chaos)

Whipped in the fury, the masses move in rage
A hive mind, an organism of thousands acting as one
Writhing aggression, blindly flowing to their known enemy
Millions of fists and voices reach out to claim
The freedom once enjoyed by their forefathers
Tragically, in their fight for liberty
They are led from darkened ignorance to another

Puppets of the old age hung by their own strings
As new servants of old masters rise
To take the place of predecessors since destroyed
So-called leaders of the commoners' cause

similis centum palma potentis Hecatonchiri
(like the hundred palms of mighty Hecatonchires)
reptamus manibus, fauces fasces et capiemus
(we crawl with hands, throats and fasces we will seize)

A dawning reveals the dusk of an old age
The sacred phoenix of the new order of the ages
Unmasked vulture feeds upon the free man's corpse
Pyramidal, the structure of their volition
Fighting against it, for it, the prole carries its stones
Blind, to servitude

Thought, culled from the flock
Leaves only sheep for shepherds to lead

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