Oh; how the mighty had fallen
Once a lion; now barely crawling
A land where rivers of wealth once flowed
Now cracked with hunger; dreams corrode

They sold our gold for a bowl of dust
Fed us lies and broke our trust
Once the Giant; tall and proud
Now we kneel; heads bowed

The king feasts while beggars wail
The throne is built on chains and nails
They buy mansions across the sea
While we drown in poverty

They raise the tax; inflate the price
Turn our sweat to sacrifice
A day's wage won’t buy a meal
While leaders fatten on the steal

Who bewitched the land of kings...
Where echoes fade and freedom sings
Our fathers fought with blood and bone...
Yet here we stand; stripped to stone.

Europe’s chains still bind our hands...
Yet they call it trade; they call it plans.
We lost our crown; they stole our voice...
Now we whisper with no choice.

A child is born; a future grim
No light of hope; just shadows dim
The rich drink wine; the poor drink tears
The cycle turns for countless years

But the fire smolders; embers bright
A storm is brewing in the night
For even trees that bend and break
Will rise again make no mistake

So tell the lords upon their seats
The ground will quake beneath their feet
A nation starved but not yet dead
Will one day rise and break this thread

Oh; how the mighty had fallen
But even ruins heed their calling
A time will come; the script will turn
And justice rise from what we burn