Trudging through the snow
Stained black with mud
Only forward, never looking back
We are set to purpose
Through clenched teeth and wound fists
Hardship
Drudgery
We march
Slaves no more
We are lords
We will take what's ours
Bent backs and blistered feet
Calloused hands our testament
Our resolution will not break
For our hearts are ablaze with indignation
For generations we toil
As they leisurely enjoy
The fruits of our labor
Gluttonous and terrible
They eke out portions
And impose their justice
Hardship
Drudgery
We march
Slaves no more
We are lords
We will take what's ours
As our torches crest the peaks
Garish mansions set ablaze
Our hearts lift with elation
As their eyes light with terror
For too long they have reigned
Over our hearths and homes
We must demand our freedom
And burn their mansions down
It's time to bury the wreckage
And rebuild from the ashes
Shameful kings
Rule no longer
Without fear or compromise
We tear down the structures of oligarchs
It is time for us to rise
And take the mantles of power
If we seek only to rule ourselves
Then each of us are kings
