1. CASTLES CONQUERED AND RECLAIMED

Through the deep starry night they march
Common people turned into brethen of war
Unmounted and armorless
With bleeding feet and aching hands

Carrying the tools of their work
That by coercion and deceit they gave away
For their whole lifetime to others

Scorned, ignored and vilified for generations
Same story in different times and realms
These scythes will not crop grain any more

Tonight the shadows of the forest are our allies
By surprise we charge like wolves into their prey

Aim the guards! Climb the Walls! Strike them down!
By tomorrow our flag shall be raised high into the sky
May the ravens spread everywhere the word
That our rebellion has begun


2. THE CUTTY WREN

(Instrumental)


3. THE MURDER OF WAT TYLER

To those that have been degraded
Written off the books that chronicle
The passing of time and the greatness of mankind
Yet gave all their blood and bone
Wat Tyler represents them

One generation after the Black Death
Swept the world with his Scythe
Man and woman saw there was more in life
Than servitude and misery
To the old winners of wars

I am not my father nor my mother
Then with what right do you inherit
The earth that blossoms and the steel that shines bright
What makes you worthy of them?

So said the people throughout all England
And Wat Tyler, the roof tiler from Kent
Put cold steel in he who thought himself to be so powerful
To assault his daughter's innocence in front of his eyes

Thus the people of Kent marched to London
While Essex, Suffolk and Northfolk fought their own battles
Fires burned across the city
Broken gems, silver plate and gold filled the streets

"With King Richard and the true Commons of England"
So the people said to show they loved their King
They hated not him, but serfdom and rotten gentry
And the King trusted them and gave them charters
To Smithfield then he rode to meet them all

And Tyler came, he who with his mighty bow in France
Fell countless men for the King
Now He called him among the crowd

History is always written by victors
They said that he was rude when he asked for water
But the threads had been already spun before he walked
And Wat Tyler was cut down by the treacherous leaders of men

The people had freedom in their grasp of their bow
And every right to strike down the killers of Wat Tyler
But the King rode and appeased them with his golden tongue
Promises and more charters he handed over

And thus they all came back to their homes
To be slaughtered like cattle
For the charters meant not freedom but their death

Thus the people all over the world learned
That what is best and what is most pure in this beast called man
The trust, the faith, the love
Is not to be given to those that want to stand above all men

The brave peasants of England did not die for nothing
For the Crown started to crack and crumble
And their memory will live on.


4. CONTRE DOLOUR
(Instrumental)


5. STORM THE WALLS OF MYSTRAS

Traversing the mists of Arcadia
While the wind carries the far away
Whispers of the Neiads

The mighty walls of Mystas
Begin to emerge from the horizon

Built by William of Villehardouin
Great Frankish Prince who was hiding in a barrel
Conquered by the Palaiontologoi
Worthless schemers into each other's throat

Poverty, hunger and imminent invasion
The hallowed gift of every Godsend King

I, pagan son of the forest,
Join my Albanian brothers and sisters
With whom we share no language
But the shackles that we must break

Storm the Walls of Mystras!
These giant halls, these mighty Keeps
The treasures and knowledge they hold
Built with our toil and sweat
By us will be reclaimed!

All Empires Fall
The end of Byzantium is near


6. O TSAKITZIS

(Instrumental)


7. THE ZEALOTS OF THESSALONIKI

Thessaloniki, Great City, envied and sought after
Liberated from the hands of Saracens, Francs and Normans
Now caught up inbetween civil war
Conquered by a pretender that favours the wealthy

Fifty noble families hold land and every position of authority
Enslaving common people with chains of debt
Siding with the pretender to the throne
While famine and misery reap

In the worker's unions, the whisper of rebellion spreads
Old dusty books are opened, new ideas fervently discussed
To give power back to the people, to create an ideal Poleitia

Many congregate at the teachings of Barlaam of Calabria
Historians will call them Zealots
Democracy, separation of church and state
Social and philosophical ideas enshrouded in religious debate

Under immense danger we rouse the people
Motivate the passionless, appease the fearful
Confront the reactionaries
Τhe time for swords to sing has come

Avenge the murderers of the people
Hurl them from the walls of the citadel!

"Α servant dragged his master
Τhere a slave his purchaser
While the peasant struck the strategos
Αnd the labourer beat the soldier"

We have risen, a beacon of light in a tyrannic world
We shall endure proud and free until the end
Until our story is heard to all downtrodden in the world
Long live the commune of Thessaloniki!


8. AI VIST LO LOP

"Here, we toil laboriously all the year
To earn some coins,
And after one month,
I saw the wolf, the fox and the hare,
We have nothing left"


9. WRATH AND GLORY

Who said there's no beauty in the mighty sword that cuts
In the song that fills our hearts with wrath
And makes us lift our fists to roar like boars

Who said that honour is meaningless
For humanity is lost and doomed

That there's no glory in our struggle
That our eyes see red and that our spirit is black

Who weeped that the fight is futile
When death is certain

From the Jacquerie to the Spanish Irmandades
From Flanders to the Swabian highlands to Kinai

The fight against injustice is eternal
And Eternal we shall become