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you shall toil

as you were made to do

fulfil your place

in the higher plan

work the line

till the field

march and die

for gilded men

bring me the anvil

on which oppression is forged

let them drown

else be dragged down too

so demands the helpless

victims of putrid fate

heed their words

and a new world awaits

visions of change

whispers from the mist

storm the manor

and burn the wheel

but what comes next

who shall take the reigns

shall freedom truly rest

or be usurped again

bring me the anvil

on which oppression is forged

let them drown

else be dragged down too

so demand the helpless

victims of putrid fate

heed their words

and a new world awaits

do not stand idle

change waits for none

you must keep your vigil

eternal for all you have won

so demand the helpless

changers of the way

hear their cry

and tear the old world away