revolution Spoken: What difference does it make To the dead, the orphans, and the homeless, Whether the mad destruction is wrought Under the name of totalitarianism Or the holy name of liberty
massada Hear their hopeless cries Women and children out for suicide For their faith to die And do the sacrifice Thousand rebels called the zealots For liberty
king is dead all soldiers cried Highland tears Flow through our vains The english killed put us in chains Soldiers, mountains, marshy ground In freedom we trust, death
ones Outside the window I see loaded guns The caravan of dying flowers, moving to the showers Moving through doors of steel Black flowers in cities of death
morning red, upon the hill (Enemies) they're out to kill Forward the password, it's freedoms breath The key to independence, liberty of death, liberty of death