Bred of fire
sent forth to topple this regime
soldiers ready to die
born to seek absolution
marching forward to bring this revolution
we gather ranks to storm the capitol
we shall reclaim what is rightfully ours
we are, we are, we are the children of fallen kings
their legacies turned to dust before our very eyes
our fathers before us did not die in vain
their sacrifice gives us hope
so we can bring life
monuments laid to waste
the charges are placed
the battle begins now
we surge
an army of discontent
no longer subhuman
our rulers shall feel our wrath
we draw our arms
take aim at our oppressors
the first volley brings chaos
we stand our ground
this victory will be ours
we shall not fall
The lines are dashed
we've broken through
to the capitol we lay claim
welcome to the new world order
a land built on self-determination
no longer are we ashamed
of what we are or what we'll become
the future is ours
the texts shall read our names
a legacy of righteousness born
The black hand of tyranny
strangles us no more
brothers we are free