Beneath the mask, a fire ignites,
A cause reborn in modern nights,
From Fawkes' stand to the faceless crowd,
Their whispers grow, ever loud.

We are the voice that won't be tamed,
In shadows deep, our torch is framed,
For freedom's fight, we take our stand,
With Fawkes beside us, hand in hand.

In silent halls, their plans were laid,
For justice born of courage made,
A powder plot, a faceless cause,
United now, without pause.

With code and creed, they fight unseen,
In every byte, their wrath is keen,
A digital age, yet the fire's the same,
For liberty's light, they stake their claim.

We are the voice that won't be tamed,
In shadows deep, our torch is framed,
For freedom's fight, we take our stand,
With Fawkes beside us, hand in hand.

Remember, remember, the words they say,
For justice and truth, we won't betray,
In every march, in every screen,
The spirit of Fawkes remains unseen.

Through the smoke of time, their shadows merge,
A silent vow, an endless urge,
To break the chains, to stand and rise,
Against the tyrants and their lies.

We are the voice that won't be tamed,
In shadows deep, our torch is framed,
For freedom's fight, we take our stand,
With Fawkes beside us, hand in hand.

A mask, a man, a movement born,
From history's pages, to a digital dawn,
In every fight, in every land,
The spirit of freedom will always stand.