Intro (overcome)

Let them call us terrorists

The power of truth always provokes terror

In the hearts of the workers of injustice

And you who step on the backs of the innocent

And grind that faces of the poor

Be afraid

Be terrified

Tremble

For this is only a whispering of what is to come

Us lions are still cubs

The storm has yet to materialize

And the fire is held in check

But we are growing

The storm is forming

And the fire

The fire is coming