Have ye courage,
O my brethren
All hail the tailor of time,
You owe yourself a life
Shatter tombstones
That burden those lethargic eyes
Once unbeatable mountains
Are but tiny mere crumbs
Crush them with might,
Sharpen your blade,
Get up and fight
Lift yourself
Off that filthy ground
Lift yourself
Stay proud!
You're the master and the slave
Have the courage
Choose which crown you'll wear
Oh my brothers
You're the tailor and the robe
Lift yourself
What you wear is what you've sewed
Lift yourself
Off that filthy ground
Lift yourself
Stay proud!
Rise up
Fly high
Conquer it all!