Activate Black Mask

Black masks, Black gloves,
our shadowed fore
ignite our streets with fire.
No longer still, the unborn night
must Rise for all inspired.

Our words untold, let it be known
in dull mundane descant,
Be wrought with hate fueled optimism,
will be won with hostile Chant.

How have you risen, thy veiled Deceit,
to make us think we're fooled?
We take to streets and Activate--
once slave, then freed, now ruled.

Poised Revolution, our adept heathens
shall never let you rest,
Treason be the highest bidder,
our Order will protest.

Continued lies betrayed our trust
informed against the state,
we rose above the guile of slander,
so here we are, 
so here we wait.