We shall be slaves, just the same?
We are the rot at the root
We are the taint in the blood
Leave us alone and you'll see
Working our works out of view
We know of peoples that are
And plot to reconquer their wall
Yes and we little folk too
Too little to love or to hate
Her sentries pass on, that is all
And Rome never heeds when we call
Moths making holes in a cloak
How we can drag down the state
And then we shall dance on your graves
For we are the little folk, we
Too little to love or to hate
How we can drag down the state
On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads
With only our tongues for our swords
Leave us alone and you'll see
We are as busy as they
Yes, it is true, we are not strong
For we are the little folk, we
For we are the little folk, we
Too little to love or to hate
Leave us alone and you'll see
And we gather behind them in hordes
How they must love what they do
Yes and we'll guide them along
Watch and you'll see it some day
But you, you will die of the shame
Rats gnawing cables in two
How we can drag down the state
To smash and destroy you in war
We are the worm in the wood
Mistletoe killing an oak
Yes, we have always been slaves
