Work us like slaves, from birth till grave, bet on our gains even profit when were slain.
We are the dead peasants, who cry for repentance, we just except this, but we’ll never forget this, that you left us helpless, to steal all our riches, to make us all worthless, to rule with iron fists.
Rule us with Iron Fists
Work us like slaves, from birth till grave, bet on our gains even profit when were slain.
We are the dead peasants, who cry for repentance, we just except this, but we’ll never forget this, that you left us helpless, to steal all our riches, to make us all worthless, to rule with iron fists.
We are left with their mistakes and their debt, to work it off, even after our death. Like minions, we blindly follow what they say, and don’t question, why we slave day by day. We need to rise, revolt and start to fight, before we lose all control in our lives, we can rule, this twisted world if we choose, or die as drones, who are ruled by the few.
We are ruled by the, richest few and we, are just all peasants, and casualties in this