[pre] We are those who cannot be ruled,
Ours are the hearts that cannot be cooled.
Where the fire burns and sunlight churns,
There our hearts shall lie for all,
All to see and answer our call,
For all to know how our kind fall.
We who throw emperors off their thrones,
Ours is the blood unburied with our bones.
It is spilled, we are killed.
For our cause we lie dead,
The ground is a mirror of twilight red,
Listen, and you shall hear, what our hearts said.
We personify revolutions, that turn the wheel of time,
We do not live to see the end, all in the same rhyme.
When the world turns cold, and the evil old,
It is time to draw our guns and roses,
To write up fiery rhymes and proses,
To be the hero and spell lethal doses.
The rule is to stand and be prepared to be struck,
To fall with a cry and feel the passage of luck.
Then join our ranks, brother, and welcome another,
For, as long as there is evil in the land,
People will rise to lead their band,
To cause tumult and turmoil at their command.
Be prepared for the fight,
And do not be fooled,
Try as you might,
We cannot be ruled.[/pre]
