Tyrants In Distress (Watchtower)

Tyrants control - overwhelming, overbearing Rebels are marching - into their midst To bring them down - and cease the cruelty Do as they wish - and remember only fear The reign of tyranny falls, with a thunderous crash.. The swords, and axes of the rebels, are drenched with blood... Tyrants in distress Bringing chaos, bringing turmoil Bringing death to the powerful kings Breaking their skulls, breaking their bones.. Killing is foremost on the rebels' minds The panic, the panic, the tyrants can feel, rebellious thirst for blood, cannot be quenched Death to the bastards of tyranny, give them to hell, you rebel missionaries! Conformists slaughtered, where they stand... Recalcitrance... is the rebels' battle cry.. They scream it, at the wretched tyrants.. And find the end to the power hungry authorities who are no more....