We came from the dark pit of the earth Where laid in depth nearly close To us some core of doom and there We weren't catching any breath So we could only use our bounds To isolate ourselves from sounds Of the screaming pain of lying dead With badly glued their heads to necks And knock them off from falling trees Who said we cannot use diseases To prepare this land for life With striving strikes among mean silence
We were silenced like children played loud On the first floor running up and down the stares They eyes on us with scared faces Replaced their souls We bought them freedom, but they wasted In the first day of the moon
Come brave and glorious wise man You have to pass through all their strums Which they do by biting our tails And wings, they puke and swallow out on our faces Like the ceremony of disgrace and lightnings Now can't light at all We stay outside, but still at home Making us believe in non-existent beings Shoving fist of harmful gore and blacked out mist