By the red pulsing glow, And the hammer head's blow, Our destiny pulled from the ground With four crucibles cracked, and our calamine brass, No longer will we be held down The Fates may decree, That we speak Blasphemy, When we choose to be free of their web But our Sisters deny, That we have to die, For the sins of the heaven-cursed dead Rise, against the heavens sent, to keep us meek and low Lies, that warped our hooves and skin, have kept us down below As if it was Hubris, to want to be fed, put clothes on our children, or sleep in fine beds If Gods were so great, we'd already be dead Our people have paid, more than you know So we bided and planned, And brought in more hands We had spies in the ranks of their priests Over ocean and sands, We reached foreign lands, And readied ourselves, to rise from beneath The foreigners came, And clashed in our name Cunning cowled cowards, fled their great stones The triumphant remained, And new kingdoms were laid By the victors who'd won their new home We rose, against the heavens sent, to keep us meek and low We know, that with their evil spent, our kingdom will still grow Thought they came from far outside, they helped us to be free To mold and shape, our own destinies To watch the old gods turn tail and flee, Our people have won, more than you know / Am / G / C G Am / / Am / G / F E Am / / Am / G / C G Am / / Am / G / F E Am / / C G Am - / C G Am - / / F E Am - / F E Am - / / F G Am C / F E Am - /