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