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