Having pried our eyes
open at the sky
and having seen the dawn to come

haunted by it like the blinding sun
hoarding weapons for the days to come
gathering covens, comrades

Marching for a crimson glory
plotting to manipulate
hands of fate, or become them

To break our chains
or strangulate
our gilded foes
with our gathered hands
we shall return our lands

We come from before
when the seers could see
with those who sowed the trees

in those vast green seas
who erected the stones
overturned by time and smashed
by those who we'll crush

like the throats of the tyrants
behind the chains they once bound us in
the shadows of their towering marble
there will be plots among the masses,
to see the forgotten fed
while streets run red
with total war between the classes

So! Until then, let us work
to bring about what could be called
our place between
this world and the next
where the grating jaws of life
dare not reach
where the carefully stacked stones
of our bonds to eachother
protect from the rays to be unleashed
on our world by those cowards
whos blood must be spilled
may their world crumble in our gathered hands!

The cinnabar banners of the material necessity
of war will stream once more before
the forgotten temples of the past
the coming strife in the defense of life has been foretold
Every tree cut will be avenged as their world is choked
by its greed if the masses don't meet the need
to fight for their own right to breathe...
Be united, as its been said
fists are stronger than a finger
in the faces of our oppressors and enemies

And with that, being said!
find your joy, even in the shadow of the world
to come, in the kinships, forged in the war against
the eternal foes, the same earth in our wounds
cements our bonds!

masses fed, the illgotten gains,
foothold in the war we will face

From the shadows, to forge a might, with which we can,
seize our home between worlds

From the fields, to the mountains, collectivize
we can forge, our home between worlds

Out from beneath, the veil of fear, come forth to fight,
for your home between worlds

HOME IS A WEAPON IN THE WARS TO COME

FOOD IS A WEAPON IN THE WAR FOR THE HOME BETWEEN

SOIL IS A WEAPON IN THE WAR AGAINST THE WORLD TO COME

WHAT GROWS FROM THE BLOOD AND BONE WILL BRING FORTH THE CHOSEN ONES

THE EMPIRE CAN ONLY CRUMBLE IN THE MASSES GATHERED HANDS

FROM ITS ASHES WE CAN GROW WHAT WE CAN

A HOME IS A WEAPON IN THE WAR FOR THE SOIL

IS A WEAPON IN THE WAR FOR THE HOME