Letra de Stakes And Torches (The Uprising Of The Peasants)

Stakes and torches, scimitars and Bayonets
Scythes, Pitchforks, a Sickle with a sharpened edge
Swords, and spades, mallets that are made of Lead
Anything at hand, anything that can
Help to remove his head
Of that filthy rich, Fat son of a bitch!
While he's sleeping in his bed

Storm the steps we break into the palace hall
It's so majestic we are frozen in our awe
Grandmother cries as she tumbles to her knees
"i can understand that the rich demand an amount of luxury
But i'd have never dreamed it was so extreme while we had nothing to eat"