"Battle Chant"

[ateolf]

Watch us writhe
Push us down
We won't fight
We won't move
To any truth
Night of glass
A crystal lake
Herd this mass
Herd livestock
On bare rock
Of Satan's throne
A socialist
Hear us groan
Hear us concede
Freedom isn't free
Words mean things
Comfort that
Believing brings
Believing me
Moderately