Letra de Curse Of The Cwelled

Snared under fire-blackened skies, fettered in humbling irons Burned are the staples of life Crushed by a torturing hand, terrors demolish the land Low is the spirit of man Yield prostrate in decay, dignity stolen away Grim is the price that was paid Brave are the ones who defy rulers in castles on high Slowly a nation will die Arrogant conquering powers, pompous in ivory towers Crows at the carcass devour Oil in a deadly machine, cruelty reigning supreme Sneering at all that has been But we will rise, cast them aside See the tyrants flee to the hostile sea And we will own all that will be Never fade or fall, ever breaking free See the fires on the hills Hear the hammers ring Feel the thrill of the fight Let the storm begin Harshly, the wretched compelled; bearing the curse of the cwelled Plundered is dwelling and feld Roaming, the ousted adrift; stoic, the stalwart persist Bleak is the conqueror's gift But (so) we will rise, cast them aside See the tyrants flee to the hostile sea And we will own all that will be Never fade or fall, ever (we are) breaking free See the fires on the hills Hear the hammers ring Feel the thrill of the fight Let the storm begin