Exchanged the shuttle for the sword
For generations we slaved away in the shadows of their towers
The world we know, a torture-chamber
Born as servants, exploited till death
To their machines we're marching with Captain Ludd in mind
The final march begins, down with all kings
The shroud we weave completed
The air we breathe is not the stench of slavery
Down with the king!
Down with all kings!
Winter-withered bodies, souls sunken into misery
Our minds and future as black as our masters' hearts
Now we engage the enemy
This is the call to arms, the final call Exchanged the shuttle for the sword For generations we slaved away in the shadows of their towers The world we know, a torture-chamber Born as servants, exploited till death To their machines we're marching with Captain Ludd in mind The final march begins, down with all kings The shroud we weave completed The air we breathe is not the stench of slavery Down with the king! Down with all kings! Winter-withered bodies, souls sunken into misery Our minds and future as black as our masters' hearts Now we engage the enemy Explain Request ×
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