Push all the bearings aside,
Tremble at the footsteps than will appear,
Strike around the enemies eyes,
Purify their weakness and lies,
Massage the silence gently,
Cockroachs walk, seem like a rusty chainsaw,
Breaths, As severe as tornados,
Crawl like slaves, speechless and raw.
The bell tolls for thou shall wait,
Let it pound viciously in you ear drum,
Hide in the dark distant shadows,
If they falter pierce the scum.
NOW, Stand up, feel the axis if the earth,
Breathe in, which could be your last breath,
Demolish our flight, they will never,
This is out freedom, THIS IS THEIR DEATH