[Lyrics: Killian]
[Music: Demmel, Flynn]

Land Of Old, This Soil I Now See Turns Grey
Looking On, I See Crowds That Stand Against
Tyrant Guns,
Blow Them Away
All For The Sake Of Freedom,
Look To Your Screen They're Screaming, Help
High Upon A Pedestal, Man's Mind Speaking
Aloud
What I See, Is What I Hold; Rower And All
That's Around
Curfew At Dusk, And My Soldiers Litter
The Streets
This Is For The People, No, We're Breaking,
Taking, Killing
We Bleed From Tyrants War, Runs Red Through
Streets Of Blood
The Freedom That We Would Seek Is Screaming
Lost Liberty
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Be
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Happen To Me
Deceiving Things He Says You Might Take
As True
One Word Believed By Him, His Strings Attach To You
So We The People Must Unite, And Defy
Destroy The Power, Fight This Man's Rule
Must Die,
By Our Hand
Oppressed People Of This Land
Convert, Exist The Planned Way
Revolt, With Blood We'll Flow The End
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Be
Oppressing The Masses, Could This Happen To Me
Gone Year's Of Ten
I'm Still Power Alive
My Dominos Fall On Taking Other Men's Pride
All For The Need Of Power
Watch As I Devour You!
This Virus Of My Intentions, Infectious
Your Land My Carnage Forth
Obviously Death Results
I Am The Ugly Face, The Spreading Disease
I Am Oppressing, Raping Life, I Do As I Please
And You Pay The Price
You're Lost Without Arms To Fight
If Given The Spine From Hate
Would You Cower, Or Rise And Say
Oppressing The Masses, No Not To Me
Oppressing The Masses, No This Could Never Be
Oppressing The Masses, To Be Free I Would Rise
Oppressing The Masses, For To Live Contained,
This
Mind Would Die!!