This is the call to arms, the final call
Exchanged the shuttle for the sword
For generations we slaved away
In the shadows of their towers
The world we know, a torture-chamber
Born as servants, exploited till death
Exploited till death
To their machines we're marching
With Captain Ludd in mind

The final march begins, down with all kings
The shroud we weave completed
The air we breathe is not the stench of slavery
Down with the king
Down with all kings

Winter-withered bodies, souls sunken into misery
Our minds and future as black as our masters' hearts
Now we engage the enemy
The web we weave completed
The shroud completed
To their machines we're marching
With Captain Ludd in mind

The final march begins, down with all kings
The shroud we weave completed
The air we breathe is not the stench of slavery
Down with the king
Down with all kings
Can't wait for God to judge those monsters
A religion that just mocks us and justifies this misery

The final march begins, down with all kings
The shroud we weave completed
The air we breathe is not the stench of slavery
Down with the king
Down with all kings