歌詞 ：

Only with patience and faith

Can the Marked be overturned

Sword can not slay them, chain can not hold them

And human flesh is not for burning

Judgment is upon them nonetheless!

As the rivers are overflowing

Like a strange tide, and four angels

from the four corners of the earth said:

What does your God desire?

What does your master demand?

His lands are endless, when you have naught, so

Why is there a whip in his outstretched hand?

Burn the records of the creditor!

The creditor wept at the sight of it all

As multitudes marched over rivers shore

Untethered from ignorance, unchained from their toil

A raging wildfire flaring up through the soil

Let the Wicked show us the way!

Who borrows, but pays not again!

And smite the Righteous’ mercyful institutions

And gifts of bondage and persecution

Locusts, on you! A murderer is what you are!

Surely I can not be held accountable for my father and his father before him?

Then tell me - from where, then, comes your wealth?

I can assure you - I am not a thief and I am no robber!

That is not enough; when you keep for yourself that which was created for all -

day in and day out you slay those that could have thrived on your abundance

Be certain that you will find nothing but sweat and tears

When you sift through the rubble and the scattered coins from your overthrown tables

The creditor points to a mountain of spoils from far away lands, from another man's toil:

“Look what I have bestowed upon you!”

The debtors retort comes swift like a sword:

“By gifts one makes slaves and by whips one makes dogs; who owes who becomes who owns who”