Revolution by Liberation

Liberation
The cry sweet on your lips
Echoing upon the world

Christened by the cry of the Dove
Awakened by the Raven's shriek

"Raise a glass to ignorance,
the fellowship of lost sheep
has been sheared once more
Behold the lost flock,
for they are beholden in the realm of false rule,"

Sirien's songs sound from tyrants' lips
You listen, yet another face in the crowd
Yet another of the falsified flock,
Listening to a false prophet

Liberation,
The cry died the same day it was uttered

Revolution,
The cry erupts once more