World is a jail, full
of slaves
With every slave
always flayed
Now is the time to
kibosh the flay
For all worries are
to sway
Hell is no horror for
the frayed
Fight to succumb for
heavens calms
Freedom is the chant
here
Where one is always made
afraid
The heart sings every
day
For us to fight away
Fight for death is
the price
For the price also
has pride
Spice and pride both
to face
As only hatred met
them a face
Wrath of sinners on
top of them
For us now to go on
them
Tables turned by among
For now the bird is
rid of ties
Flying over the seven
skies
By God’s help on our side
