Heaven Shall Burn

This is the call to arms, the final call
Exchanged the shuttle for the sword
For generations we slaved away in the shadows of their towers
The world we know, a torture-chamber
Born as servants, exploited till death
To their machines we're marching with Captain Ludd in mind
The final march begins, down with all the kings
The shroud we weave completed
The air we breathe is not the stench of slavery