I hate to be the one to break the news to you.

You are nothing; you will never be

Anything more than a snake in the grass.

Biting at the heels of the weak;

Infecting them with false hopes of a better future,

Yet all we know is pain!

We are sick of it all, we will stand against your reign.

Your deception will never hold us down,

We will rise up and show our might!

Stories will be told of how you trembled, at the sight.

Watch your back we are coming for you.

You have nowhere to run, you have nowhere to hide!

I will mend the broken, I will lead the lost.

We are the chosen!

No matter the cost our flood of fire will spread over your kingdom

Reducing your legacy to ashes.

Your iron fist will crumble to dust.

We will bury you under your monuments of rust

Your deception will never hold us down,

We will rise up and show our might!

We are the chosen!

We will rise above!

We are the chosen!