O thee hark, why so cruel to the miserables,
The father, the mother, the son and daughter,
The bodies shatterd, the life on a stand still,
Its easier to run, but you cant hide forever..
The storm is brewing the blackness in the air,
The fire so hot, the fire so red, burns all minds, The air is intense with the smell of the incense
Its easier to run, but you cant hide forever.. The show begins when the birds are asleep,
We cry for them, the tears roll down,
The new world is small, round and deep,
Its easier to run, but you cant hide forever..
The world is red, with the bloods they shed,
Why do this my friend, my frined who plots?
The life will find, its very own ways to breed,
Its easier to run, but you cant hide forever..
Its a rapid tide, that takes you down,
The tide so fast, still the birds cry loaud,
The beutiful minds that weeps tight lipped
Its easier to run, but you cant hide forever..
We need no chains, we need no pain,
We wish for a beutiful, sunny day
We forgive you, the man who plots,
We have the hope, deep in the heart..