We are masters of our fate That the task which has been Set before us is not above our strength That its pangs and toils Are not beyond our endurance A machinegun that I can't brook to hear Its melting screams throughout my ears Their wind caring away the hopes of a new dawn And in those eyes there lurk a tear For the things which are And the things which shall not be hereafter He shall rule them With a rod of iron Shall they be broken to shivers As the vessels of a potter No man in heaven, nor in earth Will stop our path right to the dirt And the will be lies before they start Until all mankind be torn apart And all that remain is blood Soaking the earth and filling the shores They wander in darkness They wander in darkness And all that remain are tears Wailling throught the lies of the years They wander in darkness They wander in darkness He shall rule them With a rod of iron Shall they be broken to shivers As the vessels of a potter And all that remain is blood Soaking the earth and filling the shores They wander in darkness They wander in darkness And all that remain are tears Wailling throught the lies of the years They wander in darkness They wander in darkness