| 1 | low clouds hang, this land is on fire |
| 0 | murmur |
| 4 | burn the throne |
| 0 | we overflow the streets and squares like the sea in a spring tide... and that very instant the tyrants of the Earth shall bite the dust |
| 0 | black flag anthems |
| 0 | they fall because they must fall |
| 9 | gathering |
| 0 | still |
| 0 | But go not "back to the sediment" in the slime of the moaning sea, For a better world belongs to you, and a better friend to me |
| 0 | storm the heavens |
| 0 | a new morning breaks |