CHORUS: For we are the worms of the earth, against the lions of might; All of our days we are tied to the land, as they hunt and they feast and they fight; We give our crops and our homes and our lives, and the clerics tell us this is right; They've beat us before, and they'll beat us again, but we'll drink from their helmets tonight;

VERSE 1: My father worked on the land, just like his father before him; Plowing and sowing by hand, and harvesting what the land bore him; He was killed by robbers before I was ten, one stroke of the sword, and then they were gone; Our lord he sat proudly atop his tall wall, and did nothing to hinder the slaughter;

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VERSE 2: Our lord went away to war, mounted atop a tall stallion; To fight for some noble cause, with his guards and his henchmen to guide him; We heard he'd been captured with some of his men, and for this our taxes were raised once again; To raise a great ransom in gold and in gems, to bring our lord back to rule us;

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VERSE 3: One year there was a great drought, our crops they burned in the ground; Not that our lord did without, for his men took all that they found; Our lord came among us with some of his men, to tell us our taxes were raised once again; and some of us acted on our desprate plan, and his body was meat for the crows;

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VERSE 4: Into the fire we stare, behind our poor baracade; Trying to fight the despair, knowing no one will come to our aid; For when the sun rises the knights all around, will gather in force, and they'll hunt us all down; They'll mount our heads proudly on pikes in the town, and our final tax will be paid;

CHORUS: For we are the worms of the earth, against the lions of might; All of our days we are tied to the land as they hunt and they feast and they fight; We give our crops and our homes and our lives and the clerics tell us this is right; They've beat us before, and they'll kill us tomorrow, but we'll drink from their helmets tonight!