The living land of oppression and despair
Surrounded by the eyes of serpents
The lake where they gathered all the innocents
In the name of pride and freedom
A malodor in the dawn of cleansing
The burning sunbeams upon the open wounds.
Eroded by the remorseless pain and agony,
Through relentless glare of tyrant
Woeful hearts embraced by failing tears.
Years of silence brought to an end
Woeful hearts embraced by falling tears.
Thoughts and faith in every growing heart.
A lonely ghost whispered the truths,
For those who stood before the storm
Faces of the great old ones,
Those who seek for retribution.
Silence shall be broken,
Until the storm restores the spirit
Under the stars of hope and faith
Above the land of eternal wisdom