And it came to pa** In those leaden days That a plain, poor man Got sick of his yoke Of condemned soil And foreign empires hungry purse Time to replace Pitchfork with sword And sound the anthem Of sheer rebellion Enough Once too often Enough Is enough We strive not for war We just crave to have our home We just seek to have the rights That our fathers used to have We strive not for war We just crave to have our home We just seek to have the rights That our fathers used to have We tasted grime and blood We know the essence of ashes A glowing spark Rising up from blazing flames To lead the forlorn and wrath The epitome of hope A daring venture A frantic attempt When Amandus was slain The Bagundae still sang We strive not for war We just crave to have our home We just seek to have the rights That our fathers used to have We strive not for war We just crave to have our home We just seek to have the rights That our fathers used to have Enough Once too often Enough Is enough We strive not for war We just crave to have our home We just seek to have the rights That our fathers used to have We strive not for war We just crave to have our home We just seek to have the rights That our fathers used to have We tasted grime and blood We know the essence of ashes