Now the storm begins. It's been brewing
within; The seeds of Revolution has' been sown,
The time's now, Our hearts been turned to stone:
That fire that's rising will burn the bone
Gather your arms. Tearing down the wall.
Storming the gates to our freedom.
The rules of depraved is coming to an end,
That signal that's telling the world, Revolution is coming
It is coming
The time has come,
We'll take no more; You see,
The noble blood will color the streets-
Run amok, Run amok
We'll take down the crown
And we'll burn it down
The world is here to testify, Freedoms calling,
We brake the gates, take their heads. We run amok
We run amok
Crimson clouds roll in! A storm of awaits!
Blood will fall like rain: over the southern lands;
The flame grows on, Black smoke rises again.
Foretelling the future we fight to defend.
The course' of history's written today,
Liberty waits for NO Tomorrow;
We run amok
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