Let us be the hammer Let us be the blade Let us be the mace Let us be the chain
Let us rend asunder Let us crush beneath Let us hear the sound Of a million dying screams
But let us be real, not pawns of ideal Not the folly of kings, nor rats in their wheel Let us walk alone, let us strike at night Let us be silent, secrecy our might
Let us smash the doors Of those who have betrayed Let us stain the streets With the blood of slaves (but) let us be calm In the face of the beast The fool is mass In the face of all you meet
So if you can see, the truth is not easy And you can hear A sound in the wind with the promise of war
And if you can feel it And you can breathe it And you can face it Then hear the words that threaten war