To Arms

TO arms my brothers and sisters. 

Rise and sound the drums of war!

It is time to tear down the cities built on the back of our ancestors!

That thrived from their blood, sweat and tears.

It's time to purge these lands of their sins.

TO arms my brothers and sisters.

We've waited for too long! 

Aren't you ready to hear out song playing in the streets instead of the humming of our oppressers?

If your body can't go to the battle, send your spirit. 

NO battle was won with inaction. 

TO arms my brothers and sisters.

I can smell revolution and fear.

That can only mean our time is near.

Our enemies feel our power.

Come my brothers, it's our hour!