Fists full of anger, rise into the night

The crack of the whip fills the day

Under the heel of oppressive boots of steel

The pain and the sweat turn to hate

Poised for the start of retribution's kiss,

The links of their chains snap and fall

Armed with weapons from the arsenal of right,

They'll bow no more



For deeds of the masters,

The heat of the slave anger explodes

Wielding the might of the vengeful they strike,

They'll take the world

Bound to be free, the shackles of fear can't

Deny me, bound to be free



The cost of freedom, high in blood and tears,

A price paid again and again

Onward to victory, they cry from within

No quarter given

They battle long and hard into the night,

Stealing the life from their prey

The light of destiny shines to guide the way,

They must take



Shackled and bound by deception to serve and obey

Struck down to their knees

By the men of the merciless faith

Burned by the hot irons touch so deep in their soul

Cursed to a life and decay without hope



Screams escape from the mouths of battered heads,

The dept leave their keepers for dead

Running rampant, setting all ablaze, no defence

Praise to the risen, new masters of their fate,

Fight on with malicious intent

And as the victors claim their liberty,

Rebellion spreads