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Wretched of the Earth

from Pillaging Villagers by Pillaging Villagers

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My calloused hands have tilled the frozen earth
Beard of black, streaked with white, like a plowed field in a frost
My wizened face has felt the icy wind
With a chill in my heart as I ponder what I've lost
My father was a swineherd, not a warrior or lord
This scrap of land my kingdom, this iron spade my sword
We rise at morning’s light to tend our treasured flocks and fields
We’ve never sought Valhalla or The Riddle of Steel
We are the wretched of the earth
The underclass
So raise your glass
One and all
Though sacrifice and strife
We carry on
Till all is won
Standing tall
We are strong
Side by side
We sing a song
Of hope and pride
Though we live poor and die without a cent to leave our heirs
We are rich in bonds of friendship and the brotherhood we share
So gather ‘round my lads and sing, your cherished loved ones by your side
Savor every waking moment, for tomorrow you may die
Wretched of the earth
The underclass
So raise your glass
One and all
Though sacrifice and strife
We carry on
Till all is won
Standing tall

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from Pillaging Villagers, released March 11, 2022

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Pillaging Villagers Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Merging the punk-influenced aggressiveness of crossover thrash with the Celtic melodies of folk metal, the 'peasant metal' of Pillaging Villagers takes the listener on a journey to a medieval world of pitchfork-wielding rebellion where songs of victory and sorrow alike are belted out with tankards raised high.

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