The Liberators

Rejoice ye saviors; ye warriors
For it is thee who shall conquer
And thee who shall grasp death
Thy wings of stead in hand
Thy bombs gripped with great strength
And thy kings in their towers
Sonatas playing in their heads
Like fiddles playing in the dust
With rings of wine round their lips
Dripping down to their chins
Remark not them with scorn
For it is they who shall feed thee
And it is they who carve ye anew
Ye brothers of sons and daughters
Ye sons of fathers and mothers
Ye daughters of Eve bound in glory
To conquer beyond the lands
Of Heaven and Earth's influence
Ye singers of doom and keepers of death
Thy steeds of steel shall protect thee
Ye shall create for thyself thy own kingdoms
Thy own incantations shall cross the lips of thy priests
Wisdom shall become thee
And this world shall rot for thee
And winds will crumble the towers
Their shadows no longer cast upon the land
Ye shall create upon the dirt a new kingdom
Ye liberators of Earth