Let us be the hammer

Let us be the blade

Let us be the mace

Let us be the chain



Let us rend asunder

Let us crush beneath

Let us hear the sound

Of a million dying screams



But let us be real, not pawns of ideal

Not the folly of kings, nor rats in their wheel

Let us walk alone, let us strike at night

Let us be silent, secrecy our might



Let us smash the doors

Of those who have betrayed

Let us stain the streets

With the blood of slaves

(but) let us be calm

In the face of the beast

The fool is mass

In the face of all you meet



So if you can see, the truth is not easy

And you can hear

A sound in the wind with the promise of war



And if you can feel it

And you can breathe it

And you can face it

Then hear the words that threaten war