We are but only a handful,
But we are not afraid;
No, no, no!
We are not afraid of authority,
We will stand up for ourselves
In defiance of any power
That have control over us.
We are mock and ridiculed
By the large and many,
But we care not the thoughts of like-minded peasants,
Who bend and keep bending till the day they pass
They are lost and now unredeemable.
We will torch the city down,
And together bring down the prideful and the ignorant,
Burn, burn, burn!
Haste! Look not for your pearls,
Say a quick prayer
And off you go into the void!
Never to say the light of day again.
We will march through the ruins,
Through ashes and dense smoke,
Through corpses and unclaimed treasures,
Our fallen bretheren now lay beside the wicked,
Bound by a common fate.
This sweet taste of victory is but a fleeting one,
A victor’s game never ends;
We will bring revolution that is due,
We will continue to raise the flag,
We are, the renegades!