7 Generations - The Rising of the Sun | Текст песни

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Another culture is crushed
by our uncaring hands
Another acre falls beneath
the treads of this brutal
heartless empire
As we pillage the world
searching for a dream
within the nightmare we made

But I dream of standing on the top of
the wreckage of these dividing walls
And I dream of the day these chains break
from around our bloody, mangled wrists

As our arrogant pride blinds our foolish eyes
And as our luxury corrupts our selfish souls
Another's life is stolen
by the horrific plague
our mislead longings
have fed over all the years

But I long to see the end of this
oppressive, cut-throat hegemony
And I long for the day when all eyes
can finally open to see the sun of freedom rise

And cast out this darkness that stretches without end

We are slaves bound to the oars
that row us into damnation
Lamenting our lives of bondage
while holding the key to freedom in our hands

We are the tortured servants
of a murderous master
starving as we steal to feed
The belly of the beast
and I'm left standing on the outskirts of sanity
Frantically screaming for the rising of the sun

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