We stand amidst the ruins of shattered dreams,

a world scorched by the flames of greed and tyranny.

What are the castles built on the backs of the suffering,

if they crumble under the weight of their own deceit?

Tonight, we strike not just for justice but for retribution.

The weak, the voiceless, the forsaken—

they are not mere shadows, they are our strength.

If change demands blood, then let it flow.

It's not enough to reshape the world;

we must dismantle it entirely,

until nothing remains but the ashes of the old,

ready to be reborn anew.