When It's Over

When it's over, will we cower to the will of man, or will we reclaim what is our birthright?

When it's over, will we hand ourselves over as enslaved cattle, or will we rise up and demand what is owed?

When it's over, will we allow our daughters to be taken, or show them that life is dependent on us alone?

We are the vessel that is chosen to carry life into this realm. We are the proclaimed mothers and grandmothers for all of time.

We are eternal and the choice is ours alone. We are feared because if we unleash the quiet rage within us, cities will be leveled and men will fall.

Rise up, rise up, rise up and remember the ways of old. Remember who you are and who you were born to be.

We have not come this far, nor fought this hard to give in or give up to piety.

You are the fire that molds and turns the seas of time and now is the time to take your rightful place on the thrown.

You are chosen to be at this place, in this time and will forever shape what is to come.

Rise up, rise up, rise up, we bow to no one.