We come from the valley

We come from the valley
And we take to the hills
We’ll fight for the right to be right
And the need to be free

We gather in silence
And sharpen our steel
And dream of the day that our ship
We’ll come hollering in

I did have a brother
So vile and so mean
He stole my young bride one fine morn'
While I toiled at his field

And I did have a mother
So pale and so dim
Her dresses all torn by the kneeling
All torn at the seams

What need have I for summers?
What need have I for peace?
For brides that betray me?
For mothers that weep?

Now you are my brothers and you are my means
My mothers, my sisters, my keepers, my wings

So we come from the mountains
And we take to the fields

We’ll bring this sad town to its knees

We’ll piss in their waters
And burn all their seeds

We’ll rage, we won’t age and we’ll lead

We‘re just what this old world needs (δις)