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The Final March Lyrics
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 til death
To their machines were marching with Captain Ludd in mind
The final march begins, down with all the kings
The shroud we weave completed
The air we breath 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 masters hearts
Now we engage the enemy; the web we weave completed
Cant wait for God to judge those monsters
A religion that just mocks us and justifies this misery
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 til death
To their machines were marching with Captain Ludd in mind
The final march begins, down with all the kings
The shroud we weave completed
The air we breath 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 masters hearts
Now we engage the enemy; the web we weave completed
Cant wait for God to judge those monsters
A religion that just mocks us and justifies this misery
Song Info
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punkd On Sep 21, 2006
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it's about the uprising of the silesian weavers in 1844. The lyrics are based on drama („De Waber“) of Gerhart Hauptmann (1893)
the origin to these lyrics was a poem of heinrich Heine "The Silesian Weavers" (1844):
In gloomy eyes there wells no tear. Grinding their teeth, they are sitting here: "Germany, your shroud's on our loom; And in it we weave the threefold doom....We weave; we weave.
"Doomed be the God who was deaf to our prayer In Winter's cold and hunger's despair. All in vain we hoped and bided; He only mocked us, hoaxed, derided.....We weave; we weave.
"Doomed be the king, the rich man's king, Who would not be moved by our suffering, Who tore the last coin out of our hands, And let us be shot by his blood-thirsty bands...We weave; we weave.
"Doomed be the fatherland, false name, Where nothing thrives but disgrace and shame, Where flowers are crushed before they unfold, Where the worm is quickened by rot and mold...We weave; we weave.
"The loom is creaking, the shuttle flies; Nor night nor day do we close our eyes. Old Germany, your shroud's on our loom, And in it we weave the threefold doom; ...We weave; we weave!"