The Essence Of The Ashes

And it came to pass in those leaden days

That a plain

poor man got sick of his yoke of condemned soil

And a foreign empire's hungry purse

Time to replace pitchfork with sword

And sound the anthem of sheer rebellion

Enough

Once too often

Enough is enough

We strive not for war

We just crave to have our home

We just seek to have our rights

That our fathers used to have

But we tasted the grime and blood

We tasted the essence of ashes

A glowing spark

Rising up from blazing flames

To lead the forlorn and wroth

The epitome of hope and freedom

A daring venture

A frenetic attempt

When Amandus was slain

The Bagaudae still sang