Lords and ladies of land

 When you pass

As sure you must

Will I look on your grave

And see that you've survived upon

The dust your parents saved

I hold all you land lords and ladies

To be poisonous viles lent

And spilt your toxic blood

Upon the land that I have rent

I owe you nothing but my soul

My liberty's at ease

I'll grate you down the drains

With gust of the wind

Or gentle breeze

You are nothing more to me

Than brown and fallen leaves

From the branches

Of your family

Who happened to love thee

I shall not stand on circumstance

Nor with pomp

bow nor serve

My dignity does not allow

Me to reward

What was never earned

So go your way

And please depart

From the path that 

I call mine

For nothings left

But what I deserve

Since I must walk

My own line