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We were born on the brink of annihilation

In flakes of ash and sulphur and dust

By mountains of fire that fall from the sky

That bring down a third of the stars

But we are the four winds!

Do we not sit upon the throne?

So, when we strike down with all of our might,

it shall be done, behold!

And when we come together

Everything, yes everything, shall fall!

When the great day of wrath comes,

who shall be able to stand?

We’ve managed ox and plough,

We have harvested we have sown

We’ve made mountains rise,

we’ve made rivers flow

We have put kings on thrones

we have made the orchards grow

We’ve handled whip and sword,

we have handled shield and bow

The road that is paved was paved by us

And when we come together

Everything, yes everything, shall fall!

Unfence every forest and meadow

Break the lock of every door

Unbuild the walls of the treasury

Make free the pastures and moors

And they shall beat their swords into plowshares,

and their spears into pruninghooks:

nation shall not lift up sword against nation,

neither shall they learn war any more.

Lo, a great multitude that no man could number

Of all nations and kindreds, of all peoples and tongues

Stood before the throne and before the lamb

Clothed with white robes and palms in their hands

And a voice came down and said:

salvation is not mine to give, but yours to take,

You have to cut down the old tree,

on which the fruit never ripens,

but fall of the branch rotten

Relentless the sun rose next morning

Merciless the day broke once again

over a world untainted - untainted by the past

Dawn breaks over smouldering ruins

Quail! At the horns of your demise