A stand must be made, to face the corrupt
The right and the wrong, the us and the them
When neither will bend, so will violence erupt.
From the ashes, the old or the new will extend
To make or to break, from within and without
The weak and the agents of old to offend.
By works and deeds, of many a bloodied hand
In the earth of our borders, nourished by vengeance and soul
Within lay the bodies native to our land.
They come as they please, and bring own stock
And all of the world which they would control
The pride of all others, to shame they would lock.
For the folk, they must rise from the first to the last
Their hands must be severed, and so too their heads
And so that horrid folk to the flame they must cast.
The Ederren 