roar like a lion but paced with the herd
the wolves are stalking with black stroked fur
the blood of the slain, the weeping voice
of nature cries:
sons of liberty: hail
time betides now
incite the
rise of the infidel
throw the fist of dissent
abide no more
invoke the
rise of the infidel
we are legion, we do not
forgive. call the heresy
sowers of sedition, arouse the spirits
summon forth:
sons of liberty: hail!
time betides now
incite the
rise of the infidel
throw the fist of dissent
abide no more
invoke the
rise of the infidel