A Call to Arms by Malnourished Lyrics

Poverty is the parent of
Revolution
Revolution

Blind the sun
Starve the King
No excuses
Fight with me
The American dreamer's alarm set for work
Narcoleptic laborers

Our lives are wasting away
Get off your knees
It's the answer to your prayers
Stop following Sisyphus's fate
It's time to make a change
This is a call to arms
We will liberate

We are the rodents that carried the plague
We are the seven horned lamb at the end of days
The sun is setting and we attack at dawn
We are the seeds of an overdue rebellion
Blind the sun
Starve the King
No excuses
Fight with me
An army that's 45 million strong
Decades of exploitation
We've run out of road
Got nothing to lose
Conquer your fear
And live how you choose
Live how you choose

A Brahma's Day at end
The Valkyries will descend
Arise Father Time
Arise

Rise
Arise
Rise
Arise
Do any of you realize
Rise
What the hell is happening?
Arise
Can any of you fathom
Rise
What's about to happen?
Death
We are the pale horse
That hell follows
To end this tyranny

Famine
We are the black horse
That turns the table
Of poverty

War
We are the red horse
That drives the sword
Into the deceitful kings

Conquest
We are the white horse
That stands upon victory

Poverty is the parent of
Poverty is the parent of

Death
We are the pale horse
That hell follows
To end this tyranny
Famine
We are the black horse
That turns the table
Of poverty

War
We are the red horse
That drives the sword
Into the deceitful kings

Conquest
We are the white horse
That stands upon victory