No-one sees me as I hide in the dark reaching, for the light,
I scramble away from the others here, all pulled bloody from the fight,
The sounds of weapons,
The cries of death echo from the heavens.
No-one cares as I lift my hand, reaching for the light
We will soon be preparing for out big fight,
our fight for our freedom,
Which some how we had lost.
I whisper to my comrade,
The man with the missing arm,
he nods to the other lad,
The one who once had charm.
Revolt screams louder,
Revolution on the brink.
I lift up my knife.
No,
There's no time to think.
No-one sees us flee the prison,
Our hands stained red with blood,
The end of our bloody mission,
we flee like a river or a flood.
Our next targets are the kings.
The greedy little gits,
the ones who stole are lives,
and a few bodily bits.
They were the ones who started this,
We didn't want a share,
But oh no they didn't care.
We had to leave our life of bliss,
Our families whom we will miss,
It doesn't really matter now,
They're all dead and gone,
Just wait till we've won.
For now we'll lie low,
Waiting for our chance,
Maybe until the snow,
Slows down their advance.
When the kings are dead,
Money will flow free,
maybe just as easily,
as the blood of the innocent
For now we are silent,
we've made out statment now.
We are the group who defied the rule,
we'd like to be called the
POW.
