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Back from the dead, Rise from my soil bed

Alive to take claim, And rule another day

Promising Light, Gave life to the night

And the night gave life to us, To leave them in the dust

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Your will we must begin to crush

A slave you’re made to hear us play

A slave you’re made, A slave you’ll stay

There’s not much to brag, But talk about a drag

As our progress shows, You’ll flock to us in droves

Tell your leaders that we’ve come, And we’re still hungry from

The years we lay dormant, Surely we’re not heaven sent