Anthem

Breaking down economies, armies back away
Fear is drowning messengers, the end might be today
Knocking out your pioneers, thrashing down your will
You can't see it movin' up, blinded by the thrill

Peasants never seem to care, always on the winning side
Be a little worker bee, never turning tides
law-abiding citizens, the powerless and lame
Our way will prevail, down to your last game!

Now! The! Blood! Runs! Red!
Furious fires in the sky - blazing pyres hot!
Raging, burning, spinning now, boiling in your blood!

You will die! And you will rise!
Like fevers burn! Hearts shall crack!
The blood will rush! Through our veins!
The spirit yearns!

Tearing through society, on it's way to bust
Steering right into the storm, never time to rest
Cast away from everywhere, crushing, wasting, feast.
We are from another world, maniacs, men and beast

Classes we don't care about, an army on it's way
Fear was drowning messengers, the end will be today
Never worried, never care, all that matters now
Always on the winning side, phonies not allowed!

You will die! And you will rise!
Like fevers burn! Hearts shall crack!
The blood will rush! Through our veins!
The spirit yearns!

You will die! And you will rise!
Like fevers burn! Hearts shall crack!
The blood will rush! Through our veins!
The spirit yearns!