Arm yourselves,
Today is for revolution,
I decided for myself,
Not to be scattered wind anymore.
For years walking in shadows,
That my voice has silenced,
Not anymore!
Return dust to dust,
Send nature back home.
Not to be scattered wind,
Not anymore!
Life owes me redemption,
You owe me death, yours.
Choruses of disaster upon you,
That's what we are good for,
What you raised us for!
We march to your home,
We beat our steps to the tempo,
Your fear our feat of strenght,
Recurr to faith, you are lost,
Put a voice to your demise,
Because today is for revolution.
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