Repressed until Dawn

The big bosses would hardly understand

How the workers suffer while sweating gold

Tilling fields never theirs with calloused hands

Working together, but working alone

The stakes are high, yet the rewards are low

We have done it thousands of times before

Like honeybees, good comrades come and go

Who does remain to the end anymore?

In this age-old war we were signed up for

Admission costs nothing, but winning does

The fight against the lords are lost for sure

It’s back to working on the harvest crops

We lie within our failed rebellion

And so we’ll stay, repressed till justice comes.