There's a gathering, of footsteps, hear the tramp of marching feet.
Here's a movement, come to haunt you, from those folk you couldn't beat.
There's a banner, bravely blowing, carried here on proud display.
There are questions, we are asking, we need answers, - today!
There are ghosts, of our proud fathers, who are standing, - at our side.
There are widows, still in mourning, tears of sorrow, - hearts of pride.
Sons and Daughters, gather to us, all united, here we stand.
Asking WHY!, you rob the miners, and take their money, from their hand?
Was it just, because you could do? That you steal, our crock of gold.
Do you take, some satisfaction, when you see us, weak and old?
Does our money feed your ego, while you treat us, as the slave?
And does the witch, still give you mandate, to pursue us, - to the grave?
We are here, we are still standing, we still look you, - in the eye.
Asking questions, seeking answers. Say the truth, don't spit the lie.
We raise the fist, of hard defiance, there's a destiny, to meet.
There's a gathering, of footsteps! - Hear the tramp! - Of marching feet!