Amidst the burning rubble the spirit still lives on  To rise above all poverty, to rise above all wrong  No one needs your bloodied sword, I'll get what's truly mine  Bullets of hate kept in your hands, they'll burn a hole in time  Rebel against all hate and tell the story straight  We are no more noble than our words  Be true to your beliefs, don't do wrong and then retreat  Cuz action leads to triumph in this world  One hundred years of death will end, then the black death will begin  Peasants rise to slay a knight, whose wife must taste his sin  In the tree he hangs alone, helpless and aflame  A feast of bones and melting flesh, his children scream his name  The passing of this life will teach to none be ever true  Realize fate is in your hands and you alone control its moves.