The Mask of Anarchy

Waging wars on liberty, under a veil of secrecy

In procession it arrived one by one and side by side

To stamp out the sense of will, dead earth upon dead earth we till

Until in union we praise, thou art god and king and grace

On a white horse it arrived

Expressionless like one deprived

He is anarchy no less

And on his brow the shadow rests

Trampling over English land

Blood of the commoner on hand

And in the blood swept deluge claim

The right to govern in its name

What is slavery you could tell? To taste freedom and taste well

Yet when its very name has grown a mere echo of its own

And forced upon this forgery, this life blood of society

A measure of what you believe, no more value than you see

It is to be a slave in soul and to hold no strong control

Over your own wills but be all that others make you see

And so accept the consequence behind the walls of our defense

Afraid to see beyond the mask in the final blood stained task

In the hour of the dark, a cornered hunter bares his mark

Cast into the abyss, screaming whirlwinds cry sadness

I cannot see, I cannot feel, only anger rising

Like a cancer spreading now, lonely life subsiding

I am frozen emotion gone in the pandemonium

All is lost all is spent, lost inside and hiding

Rise like lions after slumber

In un vanquish able number

Shake your chains to earth like dew

Which in sleep had fallen on you

You are many they are few

You are many they are few