The waving flags
Announce the court parade
Across the merchants in the fortress,
The servants march
Behind the entourage
To pay their tribute to the harvest
We used to wonder why the apple tree
Grow strong at the right side, always the furthest;
The answer came as open wounds of whip
The grain you hold in hands is seed of change,
The flame you stock up is a spark of change,
The rain that breeds your fields to ease your cracked hands
The word became flesh
Of blood and hate...
Throw us a coin and see us fight to death with one another,
Throw them a stone and see them how they brand us on the shoulders
The Kingdom is collapsing from inside,
The system fissures came it weakness to light,
With just a light scratch in its surface
We saw the woodworm in the mainstay
Just like a house of cards
The wind will blow it down...
The viral doctrine spreads across the shadows in the palace
(Quiet like the summer breeze)
While down in town the rebel front advances through the fire
The Oracle shattered like a fevering glass,
We saw the flames in the distance
Enlightening our path to guide us
We are no longer slaves,
We'll take the reins again!
We are no longer slaves,
We'll take the reins again!
We are no longer slaves,
The age of servants is gone,
The age of servants is gone,
The age of servants is gone.