| Song for Sorrow and Woe |
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| The tyrant’s reborn in many a form |
| And feasts on our unspoken word |
| Come break the silence and sing our song |
| No voice will be left unheard |
| Oh name him and he’ll be the face to your blame |
| A face for your slander and scorn |
| He’ll join his voice to our song and our game |
| Away with our battle and on with love |
| Oh guide me my eyes to weary to see my spirit withered |
| Oh give me strength give me will to go on give me a voice |
