The Final Rear

See the folk,
March for justice,
See the folk,
March for blood


This ruin was the place,
The old man tells the children,
Where thousands died of greed for gold - half a century ago
The commons attacked the fortress,
Built from the lord's taxes
The fight went on, seven days - until the fortress fell

Drums for the commons,
Drums and the steel
The masses - break at the gates
Fighting from the anger
Fighting for gold
When the morning rises - the stronghold burns

On the walls - fightings from man to man
Burning houses - heat up and illuminate the battleground
As final rear up - the gates are opened, the cavalry attacks

Ladders stand on the walls
The commons throw the ropes
Bombardment of self-made catapults - blow towers into dust
Wounded soldiers cry for death
Hit by rough stones
Even children of the settlement - fight up to death

Drums for the commons,
Drums and the steel
The masses - break at the gates
Fighting from the anger
Fighting for gold
When the morning rises - the hands are full of blood
- hands full of blood