The Essence Of The Ashes
And it came to pass in those leaden days
That a plain, poor man got sick of his yoke of condemned soil
And a foreign empire’s hungry purse
Time to replace pitchfork with sword
And sound the anthem of sheer rebellion
Enough
Once too often
Enough is enough
We strive not for war
We just crave to have our home
We just seek to have our rights
That our fathers used to have
But we tasted the grime and blood
We tasted the essence of ashes