Tyrants control - overwhelming, overbearingnRebels are marching - into their midstnTo bring them down - and cease the crueltynDo as they wish - and remember only fearnnThe reign of tyranny falls, with a thunderous crash...nThe swords, and axes of the rebels, are drenched with blood...nTyrants in distressnnBringing chaos, bringing turmoilnBringing death to the powerful kingsnBreaking their skulls, breaking their bones..nKilling is foremost on the rebels' mindsnThe panic, the panic, the tyrants can feel, rebellious thirst for blood, cannot be quenchednDeath to the bastards of tyranny, give them to hell, you rebel missionaries!nnConformists slaughtered, where they stand...nRecalcitrance... is the rebels' battle cry...nThey scream it, at the wretched tyrants...nAnd find the end to the power hungry authorities who are no more...