Have ye courage, O my brethren All hail the tailor of time, You owe yourself a life Shatter tombstones That burden those lethargic eyes Once unbeatable mountains Are but tiny mere crumbs Crush them with might, Sharpen your blade, Get up and fight Lift yourself Off that filthy ground Lift yourself Stay proud! You're the master and the slave Have the courage Choose which crown you'll wear Oh my brothers You're the tailor and the robe Lift yourself What you wear is what you've sewed Lift yourself Off that filthy ground Lift yourself Stay proud! Rise up Fly high Conquer it all!