Revolution

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Bring me to conflict
A sword in hand
We revolt to kill
Resentful we are
Hateful with a passion
Brotherhood lost
Lost to hunger
Our pain unfelt
They stood by gazing
Their pain, theirs
We brought to them
Brought them down
Murdered in cold
They won't repent
We won't regret
Shall built anew
A state, peaceful
Dreams we fulfill
Nightmare long over
The guillotine gone
Gardens of blood
Shall bloom into roses
Now order restored
Prosperity shines through
So into the darkness
Change we made
We shall shine again
The state shall call
The people shall cry
In the abyss we live
Let us loose
Once again, revolt
Though blood, all red
The flag be stained
Still freedom to all


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