Once we feared the flats - when they struck at us we ran, Ran very fast though we knew It was not right they should master us; But what could we oppressed ones do? The flats only sneered at our fears damn their ears - Grinned at our struggles and our blows; But now we will hunt them while they cower with our Power - And this is our Savior Mag-net-o!

Room for his shadow on the grass - let it pass! To left and right - stand clear! Cheer as they tremble in his shade - be afraid! This is the Lord Magnus!

He fought hard until all his dreams were dust, For he knew it was not right (And it is not right) that the flats should master us; So he went to the Masters of All Might To trade for great pow'r, his to take for our sake When he reached for the Pow'r they said: 'The price of the pow'r that we dole is your soul!' And that was the price he paid.

Tell it in the Tunnels of the Dead - run ahead! Shout it 'til The Morlocks all can hear! Bask in the safety of his shade - not afraid! This is the Lord Magnus!

Our women and our little ones may kneel on the Steel, But not to the cursed flats be-low. We shall not be anxious for our meat when we sleep Protect us Lord Mag-net-o. We can meet with both of our hands hanging free, fearlessly, We can smile after love in the sun; For now all of the flat-scans stand aghast at His wrath, Friends Of Humanity run! Shadows of Genosha all will fade (in his shade!), See all the battle's he's won!

Then:

Room for his shadow on the grass - let it pass! To left and right - stand clear! Cheer as they tremble in his shade - be afraid! This is the Lord Magnus!

The End