Final March of No Avail - Heaven Shall Burn

This is the call to arms, the final call 
Exchanged the shuttle for the sword 
For generations we slaved away in the shadows of their towers 
The world we know, a torture-chamber 
Born as servants, exploited till death 
To their machines we're marching with Captain Ludd in mind 

The final march begins, down with all kings 
The shroud we weave completed 
The air we breathe is not the stench of slavery 
Down with the king! 
Down with all kings! 

Winter-withered bodies, souls sunken into misery 
Our minds and future as black as our masters' hearts 
Now we engage the enemy; the web we weave completed 
Can't wait for God to judge those monsters 
A religion that just mocks us and justifies this misery