The time has come

The hour has run

Its time to listen to what you dont want to hear

You may tremble for change, its all part of the fear

Its time to view what you dont want to see

Those who are slaves will soon be free

The bars of the cage in some time will break

As the mountains will tumble and rumble and quake

The heavens with thunder, the wind it will howl

The swords will be broken, the war dogs will growl

Things are gonna change

Revolution must come for the fighting inside

Theres no where to run, theres no where to hide

Dont fight it, dont try, for all things must pass

We all loved the old ways but nothing can last

It withers and thither we go to redeem

The old man may weep as the babies still scream

Things are gonna change

And if we search to the depths of our minds

We find nothing is fine and no ones alright

The dreams of our fathers must lay down and die

Not linger and smoke and creep in our eyes

Two by two the crooked beasts board

Worry not child, calm will follow the storm

Freedom will ring as a cry through the streets

The sound of redemptions the sound of our feet

March on my brothers, this war will be ours

It shall be our fight against murder most foul

Our blood and our tears will be shed for our cause

Grip your swords and make ready and never pause

Things are gonna change