Do you hear the sufferers sing? Singing the songs of angry men It is a music of a race that won't be Beaten down again
When the blood rushing through your veins Echoes the honking of the horns
You'll know there's an end to all the pain Come tomorrow morn
Will you help us in our breach? Who will be STRONG and stand with me? Beyond the Condesce' reach, is there a world you want to see? Then join in the fight that will make us all equal and free!
Do you hear the sufferers sing? Singing the songs of angry men It is a music of a race that won't be Beaten down again
When the blood rushing through your veins Echoes the honking of the horns
You'll know there's an end to all the pain Come tomorrow morn
Will you give all you can give So that this cause, it can advance Break your teeth, your horns, your claws Just don't think twice, this is your chance
The blood 'cross the spectrum will water the plants in Troll France!
Do you hear the sufferers sing? Singing the songs of angry men It is a music of a race that won't be Beaten down again
When the blood rushing through your veins Echoes the honking of the horns
You'll know there's an end to all the pain Come tomorrow morn
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Do you hear the sufferers sing?
Singing the songs of angry men
It is a music of a race that won't be
Beaten down again
When the blood rushing through your veins
Echoes the honking of the horns
You'll know there's an end to all the pain
Come tomorrow morn
Will you help us in our breach?
Who will be STRONG and stand with me?
Beyond the Condesce' reach, is there a world you want to see?
Then join in the fight that will make us all equal and free!
Do you hear the sufferers sing?
Singing the songs of angry men
It is a music of a race that won't be
Beaten down again
When the blood rushing through your veins
Echoes the honking of the horns
You'll know there's an end to all the pain
Come tomorrow morn
Will you give all you can give
So that this cause, it can advance
Break your teeth, your horns, your claws
Just don't think twice, this is your chance
The blood 'cross the spectrum will water the plants in Troll France!
Do you hear the sufferers sing?
Singing the songs of angry men
It is a music of a race that won't be
Beaten down again
When the blood rushing through your veins
Echoes the honking of the horns
You'll know there's an end to all the pain
Come tomorrow morn