Winterage - Crown To The Crowds

Secular oppression of mankind
Forced in a void
Of hunger and silence
Thraldom has been part of our mind
Immemorial grief
Is crying for vengeance

Nourishing our enemy we are
Snake in our bosom
The Leviathan rising
Slavery has imprinted us with scars
Repression will not last
The emmets are waking

Crown to the crowds
Kings down their thrones
One day the world will refuse their control
All shall be kings
Slave of no one
Subject of freedom

Kingship has decided over us
Disguised as a kind
Of participation
Securing the stillness of the mass
Prosecuting itself
Through blood and election

Our word has been hidden in the dark
Identifying the enemy outside
The seal of the king the owning mark
Has been impressed
In wax and flesh

The destiny of power is to fall
Freedom is our trail
It's our duty to follow
So you people hear my call
The battle has begun
It will end with the fall of gods

No more kings for us all
Sharpen your swords
For tonight blue blood they will shed
This shall be our glorious dawn
These streets will see the crowds tear the
Crown from the royal head